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Well, I finally got enough of our room cleaned up that we can sleep in it tonight. Big relief. I'm going to do more scrubbing in the morning, and then I've promised Ana (my little angel) we'll see Monsters, Inc. We can use the break from the stress, before going head-long back into it. I'm a week behind now, getting daycare, getting a job, securing our family. Not good, but I know it will get done.
Sadly, I still have yet to hear from Anastasia's other "mom" and have no idea why she thinks acting like this is ok. If something were seriously wrong, I would hope (pardon the pun...) she or someone else would contact me to let me know. (And if something were seriously wrong with US, I would hope she'd deign to respond . . . as if fire damage to our home isn't emergency enough!)
I don't understand why she seems to fear me. And why, after four years of a deep, loving relationship, and a daughter we both wanted and didn't know we could have together, she would go to such great lengths to ignore and avoid us. She wonders why I don't trust her enough. It's times like these, when there's something important and I need her help, she might come through at first, adding to my trust in her, and then completely flake on me. Once again she's proven I can't really count on her for anything. ::sighs::
I wish it weren't like that, but she just doesn't seem to feel it's important to be considerate to *me* (I've watched her be overly considerate to others -- even strangers who haven't been nice to her). Why? Why? Why? ::scritches head with Ana's finger, Ana giggles::
At least I'm still proving to myself (if no one else) that I can do what needs to be done . . . even without help from others. Ana's upset with me, have to go for now . . . Boy, I miss my friends.