Somebody needs to get their act together.

I do have pictures and stuff, first day of preschool, and lovely story of spending yesterday evening from 7pm-10pm at the emergency because of Dexter smashing his face into the coffee table, but right now, I just need to YELL and get out some frustration!

*Yesterday, it looked like Richard was going to be coming home on Saturday or Sunday.

*Then... it was almost definitely going to be Saturday. (home instead of the Cancer Lodge because his visits at the hospital as an outpatient would only need to be once or twice a week instead of daily) YAY!

*Last night or this morning, the possibility of him coming home today (Friday) was even mentioned.

*This morning, yes.... TODAY! Hooray. Everything was in order. Mom would be taking the boys overnight. Dad could helped me pack all of Richard's stuff tonight.

*Richard tells me about an hour ago, that yes, he's getting out today, but now, needs to go to the Cancer Lodge because they waited until ALL of his discharge stuff was finished and done before telling him that he would need to come for IV antibiotics for the next 7 days in a row.



ARG!!!! Seriously?

*oh, and that's not all. In a nice way, he's told, "And you need to leave now, or as soon as possible. Pack up and go wait in the lobby."

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I'm not going to be out there until at least 7pm!!! It's 12pm right now.


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I don't even know what to say.



Somebody needs to get their act together.