Mentally exhausted
I volunteered to be interviewed by ABC (out of DC) for a piece they're doing on embryo adoption. The interview was today. at my house. with my kids extremely present. I have mixed feelings on the interview. I feel passionately about EA and was able to speak with the reporter for about a half an hour last week when scheduling the interview. However, I went into the interview concerned about being able to adequately represent the Church and our own personal lives.
Those of you who have ever spent time around small children know that it's not easy to have a continuous conversation. The interview was so choppy, due to darling interruptions, that I'm not even sure if I managed to say what I wanted let alone will it survive the editing process.
And then there's the fed.ex drama. Short version - I was able to get my bloodwork done for my hormone testing. Since I don't have a Napro doctor here, I have to send not my bloodwork, but my actual blood (well, serum actually) to Omaha to be tested. It's been an ordeal just getting the blood drawn (do only idiots work in public establishments?) and then fed.ex happened.
My shipping location has been great, but basically my overnight, dry ice packed box of "lab samples" was denied by fed.ex. For no reason. The shipping store has bent over backwards trying to get answers as to why some fed.ex employees claim my package will ship and others won't. At any rate, it was picked up from my house this morning but now I have no idea whether or not it will actually make it to Omaha or get lost in transit.
We have a showing of the house in about 2 hours. Which means I need to finally clean up from lunch, drink my coffee, clean everything else, wake the kids early from their naps, and vacate on this fine rainy day.
My brain hurts, just a little.
Those of you who have ever spent time around small children know that it's not easy to have a continuous conversation. The interview was so choppy, due to darling interruptions, that I'm not even sure if I managed to say what I wanted let alone will it survive the editing process.
And then there's the fed.ex drama. Short version - I was able to get my bloodwork done for my hormone testing. Since I don't have a Napro doctor here, I have to send not my bloodwork, but my actual blood (well, serum actually) to Omaha to be tested. It's been an ordeal just getting the blood drawn (do only idiots work in public establishments?) and then fed.ex happened.
My shipping location has been great, but basically my overnight, dry ice packed box of "lab samples" was denied by fed.ex. For no reason. The shipping store has bent over backwards trying to get answers as to why some fed.ex employees claim my package will ship and others won't. At any rate, it was picked up from my house this morning but now I have no idea whether or not it will actually make it to Omaha or get lost in transit.
We have a showing of the house in about 2 hours. Which means I need to finally clean up from lunch, drink my coffee, clean everything else, wake the kids early from their naps, and vacate on this fine rainy day.
My brain hurts, just a little.