This is the feast we had at work yesterday! My supervisor spoils us. We even had different flavored teas with fancy tea cups...TOO cute.
Unfortunately, the rest of the week hasn't been nearly as pleasant.
I tend to make light of the situation with my in-laws even though it deeply impacts me. If I don't joke around about it, I will basically lose it. Joking...or at least disassociating from it, helps prevent it from impairing my own life and helps me maintain SOME emotional stability.
Now something has happened for which I can't even summon any humor. We were hit with it as soon as we picked up the kids from my mother in law's house on our way back home from Vegas, and it kept us up late that night. I am trying to stay calm, but my brain is yelling WHAT THE FUCK? It isn't even something I am comfortable writing here, so I will just leave it at that.
On Monday, I was helping out in A&R (Assessment & Referral) because they had gotten really behind on their assessments. I was a bundle of nerves that day because I was in a rush to catch them up and there seemed to be a lot of anxiety pervading that department. I had just finished my last one for the day (with a sigh of relief!) when I get a page from the operator. It was Jer calling me to tell me that "we screwed up." It was snowing at our house, and we had not even anticipated it. Normally if we expect the snow, I will leave work early, drive to Upland to pick up Jer, and we'll ride up the mountain up together in the 4WD to pick up our Shelby from preschool by 6 pm. Since I was still in Chino, he attempted to drive up the mountain in his work car. He couldn't get up, and one of his chains was broken, so he had to drive back down. He met me at the base of the mountain, but we couldn't get to our little munchkin until an hour after the preschool closed. I felt horrible that she was the only kid there for that long, and that the preschool teacher had to wait for us. The teacher was very understanding, and we gave her a $20 bill for her extra time (but I still felt terrible!).
Tuesday was our Samantha's 7th birthday. Without getting into too much detail, this was another stressful day. I still worked a half of a shift, and Jer was trying to pull everything together in time. Added to that, the older kids' grandma was going to pick them up the following day, so we're trying to clean the house and move in a new dresser into the little girls' room.
Wednesday consisted of more crap that I don't feel like writing, but one interesting thing happened. The bank down the street from my work got robbed, so my work was on "lockdown" for several hours. We could hear helicopters above for a long time. Our patients couldn't go out on their smoking breaks, so they weren't too happy with this.
This morning, I lost my keys. Normally, this would elicit some stress. Instead, I totally LOST IT. I was absolutely panicking. I overreacted so much...I think it was just the buildup from the week in it's entirety. I finally found them outside in the snow (I must have dropped them last night on my way into the house).
Something kinda funny though...Rialto PD was dropping off a patient today, and the patient had like 8 bags of stuff. The police officer carelessly left these bags right outside our outpatient patio door. The patients in outpatient thought these bags were donations, and pretty soon they were all walking around with this guy's clothes, hats, a radio, socks...etc! Needless to say, staff had to ensure that all these possessions were collected and given back!
