After an angsty, stressful, sleepless, busy, stressful, angry, stressful week, today was… Not. Not any of those.
I’ve been worried about my husband, whose last day with his current employer is tomorrow. He has no job lined up. Downsized. He has had interviews, even with one company who is certain they want to hire him, but will always call back “tomorrow.” Nothing has panned out. I’m trying not to worry. We have been through worse and survived. We’re all fairly healthy, my job isn’t going anywhere, he gets a severance package. We’re okay. We’ll be fine.
I’m stressed about our precious Big Boy. We got the summary from his big appointment, and wow at the things they want us to implement! They recommend a behavioral medicine department of the children’s hospital for social skills group. It’s a little over an hour away, but there’s probably not anywhere close that would provide such a service. We need to set up a picture board that shows him what to do to get ready for the day and for bed. We need to change the way we discipline. We need to get with the school concerning plans there. And about 9 or 10 more things. I was really expecting to hear, “He is improving, you guys are doing great, keep up the good work!” But all of this heavy trauma work is about to ah, hit the fan, so to speak.
My job causes tons of anxiety. Too much for one person to complete, and it all needs to be done yesterday. In fact, nobody else who has attempted my position has been able to go it alone, yet it is expected of me. I hate my job most days, but I am stuck there due to pay. I can’t go anywhere else and make the same money, so at least there’s that.
But today. TODAY! Was the perfect day. It started with the first night of uninterrupted sleep for the first night in a loooooong time.
I got almost everything caught up at work. It was much quieter. My boss was almost kind. I even got to leave a whole hour early!
I stopped for paintbrushes, grabbed the boys from their grandparents’ and got them home. Get this – I let them paint their own pumpkins for school tomorrow! Y’all. I usually do it for them, because HUGE MESS WITH PAINT. They were fed (I COOKED, too), showered, homeworked, and asleep before 9pm. Hubby was not home.
They got along. They played with Legos without arguing. They didn’t fuss about going to bed. I let them talk and play in bed until they fell asleep.
I got an actual lunch break. I went to the thrift store, and a discount store. Alone. For an hour. It was heaven! I ate my lunch on the clock, but I enjoyed an hour of relaxing during the middle of the day.
But oh, the trepidation! Ugh, I hate it, this feeling of when will the other shoe drop!
The answer is 11:30pm. I thought I heard that dreaded sound in the boys’ room, as I was changing into pajamas. Before I was finished, that little voice cried out for Mama. We have a puker.
Did I mention, tomorrow is Fall Fest? Did I mention I am the room mom? Did I mention I am supposed to set up our booth, man our duck pond, and all that jazz?
It’s been more than an hout, and no more puke. Assuming he is okay the rest of the night, is school safe in the morning? I certainly do not want to spread germs if that’s what we are dealing with… But just one vomit? I have sent a message to the pto president to find out if we need to stay home.
There’s the other shoe!