The wheels on the bus go...

...you know the rest.

2nd verse, same as the first.

He is cheerful. He is frustrated. He is endearing ("Did you know that the longer you leave the tea bag in, the darker and stronger the tea gets?"). He is annoying.

He tells me he has solved his anger problem, because Hubby fixed the game...or whatever. Something outside him...always outside. Whatever he does or feels it seems to him perfectly justified. Okay...so he dumped out all the trash bins in the study. He needed to find the instructions!

I emailed the state worker today and said, "When?"

He emailed me back and said, "Don't know. We are talking about it in a meeting this afternoon."

Yes, everyone agreed on what needed to be done on Monday, but still no plan, no date. "If you have to take him to the ER or call the police don't hesitate." Been there. Done that.

Everyone asks me "when?" I say, "I don't know."

Hubby says, "I'm completely exhausted. It is affecting my job. When?"

"I don't know."

Brian says, "Will you have to call the police again, Mom?"

"I don't know."

"Will that hospital have a bed? Will they take him now that he seems happy he is leaving?"

"I don't know."

"What is going to happen next, Mom?"

I don't know.

We wait. We wait for the wheels to turn.

No one wanted this. No one is happy about this.

Our hearts are breaking.

In slow motion.

The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round...