There's always a replacement...
It's funny how whenever one stresser is taken out, another one replaces it. A never ending stressball.
This past month was extremely difficult. Robert started a new job, I had extra responiblities added onto mine and then my mother discovered three cysts and tumors. That was the largest stresser...wondering and worrying if my mother was going to be diagnosed with breast cancer. Last week I had a tire blow out on my car (my only car I might add) and ended up in a church parking lot (don't these things always happen at a church?) bawling my eyes out. I think that was the day that everything hit me and from that point up until yesterday I was a basketcase with arms and legs...and maybe sunglasses (I might as well look cool).
Yesterday however, was my mother's results and everything turned out to be fine. Unless the cysts and tumor get larger or uncomfortable she won't even have to have them removed. She will need to have mammograms more often then most.
After recieving the good news I thought "Hey, I can relax! I can forget all this stress and focus on my job again!" Ha! I cook a double batch of dinner while washing a load of laundry. Half way through browning the hamburger I am standing in a puddle of water.Grrrrr. We're still not sure what exactly is wrong with the washer but one thing is certain...we are no longer allowing other people to wash their clothes here.
Here I am standing in the middle of a lake, Rachel is complaining about Winn Dixie on the phone, I'm trying not to burn two night's worth of dinner, I'm mopping water up with my foot and Robert is complaining of a sore throat. Balancing on one foot, the phone propped between my ear and my shoulder I look at the back of his throat and sure enough...white patches.
So today we both had to call out of work and schedule a doctor's appointment. I'm sure his is strep throat but not as sure about my sore throat. We're both running fevers...the whole thing. I hate, hate, hate, did I mention HATE calling out of work. Today we had our district manager coming in too. Oh and I had to call out for two days two weeks ago. Gah, I hate this!
So much for focusing on my job again...
This past month was extremely difficult. Robert started a new job, I had extra responiblities added onto mine and then my mother discovered three cysts and tumors. That was the largest stresser...wondering and worrying if my mother was going to be diagnosed with breast cancer. Last week I had a tire blow out on my car (my only car I might add) and ended up in a church parking lot (don't these things always happen at a church?) bawling my eyes out. I think that was the day that everything hit me and from that point up until yesterday I was a basketcase with arms and legs...and maybe sunglasses (I might as well look cool).
Yesterday however, was my mother's results and everything turned out to be fine. Unless the cysts and tumor get larger or uncomfortable she won't even have to have them removed. She will need to have mammograms more often then most.
After recieving the good news I thought "Hey, I can relax! I can forget all this stress and focus on my job again!" Ha! I cook a double batch of dinner while washing a load of laundry. Half way through browning the hamburger I am standing in a puddle of water.Grrrrr. We're still not sure what exactly is wrong with the washer but one thing is certain...we are no longer allowing other people to wash their clothes here.
Here I am standing in the middle of a lake, Rachel is complaining about Winn Dixie on the phone, I'm trying not to burn two night's worth of dinner, I'm mopping water up with my foot and Robert is complaining of a sore throat. Balancing on one foot, the phone propped between my ear and my shoulder I look at the back of his throat and sure enough...white patches.
So today we both had to call out of work and schedule a doctor's appointment. I'm sure his is strep throat but not as sure about my sore throat. We're both running fevers...the whole thing. I hate, hate, hate, did I mention HATE calling out of work. Today we had our district manager coming in too. Oh and I had to call out for two days two weeks ago. Gah, I hate this!
So much for focusing on my job again...