I took Katie to see her doctor yesterday, for a prescription for birth control pills, which we got.  However, her health benefits don't cover that prescription.  Sigh.  On the upside, no injuries from her bus ride the other night.  I just got the report for what happened on Monday to Katie.  She was in her wheelchair on the bus, not standing as I had assumed, and the bus driver took a sharp turn and Katie and her wheelchair both tipped over.  This is a person driving disabled people around.  Why on earth would you not drive with more care?

So Katie is fine although I now have to deal with her diaper prescription and her birth control prescription.  I'm so thankful my ex husband is so helpful (sorry, must stop here to laugh uncontrollably).  It will get sorted, it's just one more thing to add to the must get sorted list.  

I have been approved for my CPP (Canadian Pension Plan which is federal) and just need to hear from my LAPP (Local Authorities Pension Plan).  I also applied for Jack's children's benefits and those were received and are being processed and we'll hear in July about those.  Two things, one, it will help us pay for daycare and Jack's needs, and two, it will stop the money going to Gracie, which is what she lives off of right now.  She's still not working.

A few weeks ago my son texted me, after repeatedly telling me that he was going to block me, to ask if he could use our mailing address.  I told him no.  Yesterday he texted me to tell me that he had used our mailing address for his EI (unemployment insurance).  He wants to use our address to avoid the government keeping track of him which sounds like a conspiracy theory but in this case I'm pretty sure I'm right.  I told him no again which set off a flurry of texts from him.  Basically I'm a bad mother because I'm not willing to help him this one time.

I have been enabling this man for the past twenty-two years and yesterday I'd had enough.  I blocked him and then my jaw tightened up and ached all night.  I cried a fair bit and tried not to cry at the doctor's with Katie because that doc already worries about me too much.  She thinks I have too much on my plate.  Lots of women have too much on their plate, I'm not alone.

And so it goes.  I have a massage this morning which will help with the tight muscles and then I'll walk the dogs later at the dog park.  The sun is shining and I heard robins singing last night which means spring has truly arrived.  

I forgot to add, for some reason blogger is not showing me all new posts on some people's blogs and I don't know why.  Right now I'm just going through my list to make sure I'm not missing any.

Update.  While I was having my massage and I was telling my massage therapist about my son, she said to me, "It must feel like you're a hostage.".  I promptly burst into tears.  So there's that.  Time to free myself.