Oh my freaking goodness, can life get any more stressful????????????
Yesterday, I go to work, feeling like utter crap. Cait was not feeling well either, but she knew she had to go in, b/c you know, attendance hearings and loss of credit and all that BS if she misses more days.
I am moving very slowly at work, and am not surprised when I get a text from her saying that she was throwing up and had to be picked up. I text back to have her call Gary since I was at work. He calls me and says that his stomach was a mess and couldn't leave the house. So I drop everything, drive to the school, bring Cait back home and then back to work.
I finish up downstairs, grab my bag and the can of furniture polish falls out and digs out a huge chunk of their hardwood floor. I am beside myself. (is it besides myself, or beside? Anyone know the proper term?) Trying not to cry. I go upstairs to speak to my client- he works from home, and he was trying to reassure me, but I am so much at the end of my emotional capabilities (I never say that I am at the "end of my rope" b/c whenever I say that, life throws me something else. Although, now that I think of it, this happens no matter *what* I say!! LOL), that I literally cannot stop apologizing. I am so tired, and shaky and upset with myself, that I can't seem to let it go.
I get home and I can't even function. I was able to get my appt for my PICC Insertion. She originally gave me the date of the 23rd, then I said to myself- Whoa-- wait a minute, one more week isn't going to kill me, wait until *after* Christmas. *pats self of back for realizing this*
Then she calls back because it is in my file from the last insertion, that I don't have anyone to care for the line (damn insurance!), so I told her the standard line, that Gary cares for it. That he is on an insulin pump, has had two picc's himself, had done mine previously for 7 months. We obviously know the routine, but now I worry that the hospital won't do it. Liability and all that crap.
But I got a bit more done yesterday even as I was brain-dead. I wrapped 2 more baskets, and wrapped a few more gifts. I have to wrap the one last basket for my neighbor, then work a bit on my parents' things.
Then I *still* have to scrap those pages for my BFF and niece and now I have to figure out where to find a 12x12 frame in town or nearby at least. My brother and SIL's gift came in the mail yesterday and I had kind of forgotten about it. I ordered a canvas print of a LO of them from Artscow and OMG it is gorgeous! But in need of a frame... I don't want to have to go shopping anymore! GAH!!!!!!:fear:
I hope that I can finish up loose ends today, ('frayed knot....... bwuahahah!!!) and maybe do a bit of baking tomorrow.
What good plans do you have? Hope they are fun and relaxing!
QOTD
Puns: Funny or annoying? Gary is "The PUN-isher" he has the worst puns ever, which is why the kids' made him the mug with some of his more "famous" *cough choke cough* puns on it. I am bad at puns, so typically I don't even try except for up there^^.
Every once in a while, he comes up with a good one. But usually we all groan.
::grouphug
Yesterday, I go to work, feeling like utter crap. Cait was not feeling well either, but she knew she had to go in, b/c you know, attendance hearings and loss of credit and all that BS if she misses more days.
I am moving very slowly at work, and am not surprised when I get a text from her saying that she was throwing up and had to be picked up. I text back to have her call Gary since I was at work. He calls me and says that his stomach was a mess and couldn't leave the house. So I drop everything, drive to the school, bring Cait back home and then back to work.
I finish up downstairs, grab my bag and the can of furniture polish falls out and digs out a huge chunk of their hardwood floor. I am beside myself. (is it besides myself, or beside? Anyone know the proper term?) Trying not to cry. I go upstairs to speak to my client- he works from home, and he was trying to reassure me, but I am so much at the end of my emotional capabilities (I never say that I am at the "end of my rope" b/c whenever I say that, life throws me something else. Although, now that I think of it, this happens no matter *what* I say!! LOL), that I literally cannot stop apologizing. I am so tired, and shaky and upset with myself, that I can't seem to let it go.
I get home and I can't even function. I was able to get my appt for my PICC Insertion. She originally gave me the date of the 23rd, then I said to myself- Whoa-- wait a minute, one more week isn't going to kill me, wait until *after* Christmas. *pats self of back for realizing this*
Then she calls back because it is in my file from the last insertion, that I don't have anyone to care for the line (damn insurance!), so I told her the standard line, that Gary cares for it. That he is on an insulin pump, has had two picc's himself, had done mine previously for 7 months. We obviously know the routine, but now I worry that the hospital won't do it. Liability and all that crap.
But I got a bit more done yesterday even as I was brain-dead. I wrapped 2 more baskets, and wrapped a few more gifts. I have to wrap the one last basket for my neighbor, then work a bit on my parents' things.
Then I *still* have to scrap those pages for my BFF and niece and now I have to figure out where to find a 12x12 frame in town or nearby at least. My brother and SIL's gift came in the mail yesterday and I had kind of forgotten about it. I ordered a canvas print of a LO of them from Artscow and OMG it is gorgeous! But in need of a frame... I don't want to have to go shopping anymore! GAH!!!!!!:fear:
I hope that I can finish up loose ends today, ('frayed knot....... bwuahahah!!!) and maybe do a bit of baking tomorrow.
What good plans do you have? Hope they are fun and relaxing!
QOTD
Puns: Funny or annoying? Gary is "The PUN-isher" he has the worst puns ever, which is why the kids' made him the mug with some of his more "famous" *cough choke cough* puns on it. I am bad at puns, so typically I don't even try except for up there^^.
Every once in a while, he comes up with a good one. But usually we all groan.
::grouphug