One more storm, blowing over.

I guess the storm is over. I went downstairs to make a cup of coffee. The kitchen is a mess since I haven't cleaned it and mother is asking me to fix the remote control to the TV in her bedroom. I wanted to ask her if she was planning on being civil to me today but thought better of it. Why bother? Apparently, if she remembers what she did to me yesterday, she doesn't care. I wish I could pack up the kids and leave forever. If I had the money to do it, I would do it and I would never contact her ever again.
My friend says I need to start posting this blog all over hell and back if I expect anyone to help me but it seems too far fetched. Why would anyone want to help someone they don't even know? I don't have any faith in that and I'm just so depressed after yesterday, I just want to sleep. I should probably find the time to go to the clinic for my free medication though I'm hardly convinced that medication is the answer. My last therapist didn't think so either. She thought it was my situation and until I could change that I'd always be depressed. Doesn't look good for today! Well, I need to get the kids from school here shortly.
It got so bad yesterday that I actually looked up the number for a shelter and called it to ask what I might expect if I came there. All the lady said was "we are full, call back in a week or so." She didn't sound very nice so it just makes me think I'm better off where I am. After all the next few days will most likely be just fine until the next time she decides a bottle of wine will help her get through the day.