Holding pattern

That's what I feel like; my life in a holding pattern; same old shit but a different day. Father's surgery has been put on hold until we see a specialist from Pittsburgh; not till the end of the month. I'm holding good hopes for a job that I interviewed on this past Tuesday. I'm hoping Mother's Day is not a complete wash out... I'm hoping to keep my promise to attend a First Holy Communion on May 15th, in Edinboro, PA for the daughter of a first cousin. Seems like we only get together for funerals not for fun stuff. I'm hoping my son's wedding goes off like he wants it too. (Only I wish he could understand what this has done to me!) Someone here, still keeps secrets that hurt...(not I) Something has to give; this pattern has to change...so I don't crash.