I didn't think it was going to go this way. It all started with a little soap. Yep. I got some shampoo in my eye this morning. No big deal, right? You just rinse and go. I tried to do that all day and failed.
I needed to get in early today. I had a ton to do and little time to do it. (not different from anyone else I suppose) I got ready and raced out the door. I had no idea that it was "National Jackass on the Road Day". Had I known, I'd have put some balloons out or baked a cake OR stayed the Hell home. Wow. They sure did band together and demonstrate their pride in numbers....droves of em. My favorite was the one that decided to switch lanes after passing only half of my car. Yeah, somehow that was my fault and deserving of a bird. I did return the favor. So nice to communicate with others on such a deep level. I say this simply because I REALLY meant it!
Work was no better. I was hustling to take care of new patients as well as manage my current load. Moving along at brake neck speed, I got a call from my partner asking me to not fill a certain patient's meds. Well, of COURSE I had her finished up and had her on the shelf. I sighed and pulled her meds. These things happen. I sorted them out, put them back, cleared her stuff and kept going. I got a call from one of my nurses about another patient that was coming back to us. I waited for his med list and rushed out the door. He had a short deadline for me to get him set up (again). I can do this! I moved a little faster, that's all. The phone rang. It was my partner telling me that the patient I had just cleared wasn't really leaving. They were going to stay at least until the end of the month. This meant rebuilding what I had taken apart after building it the first time...By now, my pulse was hot in my ears. I had had enough.
But I did my time, finished my day and went home. I figured I'd burn off my frustration with a little warrior time. WROOOOONG. I got a call from school. There had been a bomb scare. The kids were shuffled onto buses while the various squads came out to investigate and the kids would be late getting home. I thought about this and after calling school, was reassured all was right in the world and they were okay. I began to warrior-ize. I would sweat this out.
The phone rang AGAIN. It was my daughter informing me that she had missed her bus during the hullabaloo and I needed to get her. Not normally a big deal, but she had to be back at school in an hour for rehearsal. I jumped in the car and fetched her.
She slouched into the seat and almost immediately burst into tears. She'd broken up with her boyfriend. We began to talk..well I listened mostly. Then HER phone rang. and it was her newly ex-boyfriend. They began to talk...again I listened. :) We made it home.
In the meantime, Winston and Birdie decided that I'd been gone too long. They held a "Pee-pee-Pallooza" in my music room. They knew they were in trouble by the weight of my footsteps. Winston looks...guilty? Scared? Both as he should. I couldn't resist the picture. He just kept running. Wonder why.... Well, "Whizzer the Magnificent" is currently serving a night's sentence in jail. His accomplice is located in a different holding cell to prevent collaboration or escape. No bail OR visitation.
Now I have to scrub rugs. Maddie is crying over her homework. Ben is telling me he FORGOT his homework but quickly reassured me he could use a pass so we wouldn't have to go back to school. It must have been the head drop and shake that gave me away.
Anyone else want a drink?
I realized I still had to feed my daughter, converging on the fridge and furiously (yep...angry chef for those of you who know)begin supper. I was ninety percent finished when she announced she wasn't hungry and would eat a graham cracker. REALLY? A graham firetrucking cracker???? Now, I read the recipes but no where did it read "when tween has shredded your last nerve and you are boiling over; remove from heat, fix drink and sit aside." Nor does it say "slap tween vigorously until sense is knocked in" I suddenly realize I am holding my breath to prevent from screaming. Maddie sags over her milk and crackers. I glance at the clock. We are late. We run for the car and drive BACK to school for rehearsal.
Mid-trip, the ex boyfriend calls again. She cries. They talk. I listen. Not really. I was singing an Eagles song ... Desperate Momma.. Oh wait Desperado. Sorry. MY phone rings. Boo is asking if he can watch tv. I know he's not finished with his homework and tell him so. He huffs and hangs up. Foiled again.
I drop off my daughter (and her boyfriend ..they are back together) and head home to the safety and sanity inside. It will be okay. I open the door and catch Boo watching tv. His homework still open on the table. He clicks off the boobtube in the hopes he has beat my vision-to-comprehension time. He is mistaken. I give him the "three" look. The color runs from his face. I shut my eyes and wander in here beginning to type before I forget that this day really happened. That happens with severe emotional trauma. You block things out. He shuffles to the table, mutters "I'm sorry." and picks up his pencil.
As I edit this, I can't help shaking my head. A tear wells up. Maybe from frustration. Maybe it's just soap.
Ahhh My Lovelies. I hope your day went better. If not, giggle and point and be thankful it wasn't you. Better days. Thanks for coming.
I needed to get in early today. I had a ton to do and little time to do it. (not different from anyone else I suppose) I got ready and raced out the door. I had no idea that it was "National Jackass on the Road Day". Had I known, I'd have put some balloons out or baked a cake OR stayed the Hell home. Wow. They sure did band together and demonstrate their pride in numbers....droves of em. My favorite was the one that decided to switch lanes after passing only half of my car. Yeah, somehow that was my fault and deserving of a bird. I did return the favor. So nice to communicate with others on such a deep level. I say this simply because I REALLY meant it!
Work was no better. I was hustling to take care of new patients as well as manage my current load. Moving along at brake neck speed, I got a call from my partner asking me to not fill a certain patient's meds. Well, of COURSE I had her finished up and had her on the shelf. I sighed and pulled her meds. These things happen. I sorted them out, put them back, cleared her stuff and kept going. I got a call from one of my nurses about another patient that was coming back to us. I waited for his med list and rushed out the door. He had a short deadline for me to get him set up (again). I can do this! I moved a little faster, that's all. The phone rang. It was my partner telling me that the patient I had just cleared wasn't really leaving. They were going to stay at least until the end of the month. This meant rebuilding what I had taken apart after building it the first time...By now, my pulse was hot in my ears. I had had enough.
But I did my time, finished my day and went home. I figured I'd burn off my frustration with a little warrior time. WROOOOONG. I got a call from school. There had been a bomb scare. The kids were shuffled onto buses while the various squads came out to investigate and the kids would be late getting home. I thought about this and after calling school, was reassured all was right in the world and they were okay. I began to warrior-ize. I would sweat this out.
The phone rang AGAIN. It was my daughter informing me that she had missed her bus during the hullabaloo and I needed to get her. Not normally a big deal, but she had to be back at school in an hour for rehearsal. I jumped in the car and fetched her.
She slouched into the seat and almost immediately burst into tears. She'd broken up with her boyfriend. We began to talk..well I listened mostly. Then HER phone rang. and it was her newly ex-boyfriend. They began to talk...again I listened. :) We made it home.
In the meantime, Winston and Birdie decided that I'd been gone too long. They held a "Pee-pee-Pallooza" in my music room. They knew they were in trouble by the weight of my footsteps. Winston looks...guilty? Scared? Both as he should. I couldn't resist the picture. He just kept running. Wonder why.... Well, "Whizzer the Magnificent" is currently serving a night's sentence in jail. His accomplice is located in a different holding cell to prevent collaboration or escape. No bail OR visitation.
Now I have to scrub rugs. Maddie is crying over her homework. Ben is telling me he FORGOT his homework but quickly reassured me he could use a pass so we wouldn't have to go back to school. It must have been the head drop and shake that gave me away.
Anyone else want a drink?
I realized I still had to feed my daughter, converging on the fridge and furiously (yep...angry chef for those of you who know)begin supper. I was ninety percent finished when she announced she wasn't hungry and would eat a graham cracker. REALLY? A graham firetrucking cracker???? Now, I read the recipes but no where did it read "when tween has shredded your last nerve and you are boiling over; remove from heat, fix drink and sit aside." Nor does it say "slap tween vigorously until sense is knocked in" I suddenly realize I am holding my breath to prevent from screaming. Maddie sags over her milk and crackers. I glance at the clock. We are late. We run for the car and drive BACK to school for rehearsal.
Mid-trip, the ex boyfriend calls again. She cries. They talk. I listen. Not really. I was singing an Eagles song ... Desperate Momma.. Oh wait Desperado. Sorry. MY phone rings. Boo is asking if he can watch tv. I know he's not finished with his homework and tell him so. He huffs and hangs up. Foiled again.
I drop off my daughter (and her boyfriend ..they are back together) and head home to the safety and sanity inside. It will be okay. I open the door and catch Boo watching tv. His homework still open on the table. He clicks off the boobtube in the hopes he has beat my vision-to-comprehension time. He is mistaken. I give him the "three" look. The color runs from his face. I shut my eyes and wander in here beginning to type before I forget that this day really happened. That happens with severe emotional trauma. You block things out. He shuffles to the table, mutters "I'm sorry." and picks up his pencil.
As I edit this, I can't help shaking my head. A tear wells up. Maybe from frustration. Maybe it's just soap.
Ahhh My Lovelies. I hope your day went better. If not, giggle and point and be thankful it wasn't you. Better days. Thanks for coming.
