Thursday, May 18, 2006

I was gonna whine, but....

This morning started out fairly rotten. J woke up telling me he didn't want to go to school, and things just went downhill from there. He was dawdling more than usual, that made me stressed out about the prospect of being late to work (ah, the joys of being on written warning), and that made me abrupt with him, and then I felt horrible for being abrupt. He whacked his toe on the toy chest and was just sobbing at one point that his foot hurt, to the point that I debated taking him to the doctor. But I had a committee meeting this morning that I didn't need to miss, and I figured if he'd broken his little toe, there'd be nothing to do for it anyway. So we went on to school. When we got there, as we pulled into the parking lot, he started saying he didn't like school, he wanted to go home. This continued all the way to class, and by the time I was leaving, he was pointing toward the door and nearly howling that he wanted to go home. Logically I know he's fine after I leave, but that doesn't make it any easier to leave when he's upset like that. So I was pretty upset myself when I left, between J's emotional uproar, the possibility of my job going away (that may never happen, but I still worry about it), and my financial distress.

I cried and fumed and fretted most of the way to work, and I was going to whine today about how unfair it is that my life sucks rocks and K's doesn't (well, not so much as mine for the most part). But he told me this morning that he's put some money in my account to keep it on the positive side, and I'm very thankful for that. So no whining today. When I'm not in a tizz myself, I know that K's life has changed, too, and he's got issues of his own to deal with. They may not include the daily drama at daycare drop-off, or the job from hell, but it's no walk in the park for him, either. And logically I know that things won't suck forever. There again, though, that's not always easy to remember when I'm in the middle of having a good fit.

And tomorrow is Friday! Woo! I'm taking half a day off, so I can get my hair cut. It desperately needs it - my bangs are in my eyes and irritating me no end.

Now, let me get back to the thankless task of talking to people who aren't going to be happy no matter what I tell them. Yeah, having the job move to the Northeast might be scary, but it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

3 comments:

rose-n-fist said...

ciao

crazycatlady said...

Everything will get better...if my funk is finally starting to lift, anything is possible. Even though we may not understand why, things happen for a reason, and will change when the time is right. That's what I keep telling myself, just to make it one day to the next. Oh, and thanks for visiting my sight...and for the comment. Hope you have a great weekend!

JamDaddy said...

Kids and daycare, what fun. I can remember the traumatic days. But for some reason once school started it got better. Hope your weekend was great and next week goes smoothly.