What is the worst thing about disappointment? The frustration or the powerlessness?
The frustration is what makes you angry. The powerlessness is what makes you sad. Or lethargic. Or depressed.
Right now, I'm angry. It's all so unimportant really, in the scheme of things. Trying to sort out kindy days and day care days and uni classes. Hardly world peace or developing a new type of green fuel that will change the world.
But the thing is, it IS my world.
First I was disappointment by daycare, who couldn't manage to find places for my two girls on the same days. But at least I got places.
Then I was disappointment by kindy, which despite a very specific phonecall to confirm which days my (to be) 4 year old will attend next year, has seen fit to change them. Now kindy days and daycare days and my uni classes all clash. And I am powerless to change them.
And I am disappointed, because this is my life right now. My eldest child attending Kindy and my baby starting daycare so I can return to university to Become A Writer. This is my life.
And something will have to give.