Wow, what a week and there is still one more day to go. It all started Saturday with me finishing my class exams and then going with my son to check out a car. My son was able to get the manager of the car place to hold the car until Wednesday when he could get the money for the down. Then the Sonata on Monday started making this horrible grinding sound when the car was in motion. I figured that either the shocks had finally given or the brackets that hold the engine had given out and either or both were rubbing on the drive train. Either way, I was having an anxiety attack all the way to work and home.
Monday got even better when the psychologist called in sick, an auditor showed up to review the files, there were several meetings scheduled and one of our emotional students went off the deep end. I was so stressed out, my heart started hurting. I locked the door, had a coughing fit and then went for guinea pig break in my friend’s classroom. Lunch never happened due to the chaos. I couldn’t wait to get home. Then my husband informed me that the car we had been looking at online was no longer available. I told him about the car sounding like the engine was on the drive train. He then pestered me all evening until past midnight. Around 11 pm the car came available so I had him place a hold on it for us to go Tuesday afternoon. I was so anxious about going to get a new car I woke up at 4 am on Tuesday morning.
Tuesday- press repeat on chaos from Monday. At least there was no auditor. But the student mess from Monday just rolled over. I left at lunch time as fast as I could. I could hardly handle the car sounds coming home. If my butt cheeks had been any tighter, they would have created a vacuum. I had my husband drive the car to the dealer. Even he had doubts we would make it there. I was in my head, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God” over and over all the way there. I knew I would call a friend or a taxi to get home. I was not returning with the sonata. We got to test drive the car and loved it at the dealer. I am supposed to go back tomorrow to put the final down on it to be without loan. I am hoping the wire transfer we requested will be cleared by then. I slept like a baby. On the way home we went to dinner. This is rare treat to get dinner out with my husband. So, we went to Bryson’s. I quietly thanked God in my heart for His hand in making the vehicle purchase possible.
Wednesday, more chaos, more problems. Is the weekend here yet? Some other political things happened in the office to set me off, so I ended up having to take a guinea pig break again. There is just something calming about holding a nice soft warm fuzzy animal. After surviving the day, I rushed home to help my son with something to find out my husband now felt ill and couldn’t go back to the dealer with him to pick up the car. (Boo hoo! I wanted to strangle him.) I had set my eyes on a big glass of plum wine and a bubble bath. Instead, I grabbed a book my sister had sent me and a bottle of water and jumped it the car with my son. He got the car and we were home by 6:30 pm. I made dinner and then took my bubble bath. I was informed after that the roaches had helped themselves to my family’s dinner. My fav. The little buggers come up through the kitchen sink drain.
So, Thursday, today, I am so excited about going to see the Dr. tomorrow. I want a diagnosis and a treatment plan. If he doesn’t want to start treatment, I am going to beg for a cortisone shot. I am just having too many problems. Today started off with a parent showing up 2 and a half hours early. I told her that was unacceptable. But, I was unable to find anywhere else for her to wait. So, she got to watch me work for two hours. I was not too upset about it. But, another parent was running an hour late. So, now the meetings were backed up. Another parent showed up with a cold. (Really? If you are sick, please stay home!!! I am trying to stay well here.) The meeting can be done over the phone. Then a teacher invited themselves to that meeting with the sick parent to give her a reality check. Next? Well, nothing gets me going as when a Region person or District person calls and my boss refuses to take the call (or any call for that matter) and passes the buck to her partner with out any warning. (Come on, you hate it when it is done to you, why do you do it to others?) Luckily the other person rolled with it and took care of it.
In the mean time, I finished a lot of paperwork in those two hours since I really couldn’t take care of anything else with a parent watching due to confidentiality issues. I then proceeded to work on scheduling only to have the Monday psychologist call again and ask for two more days to be rescheduled. I kindly but firmly told her that I really needed a replacement day if things were to get even a little bit caught up. (You see we have not had a psychologist at all this year.) Then I have my Friday psychologist begging to only schedule half a day so she can make up meetings at another school. (NO! We had to wait half a year and now you just decided that the other school is more important. Stop it!) I said yes for one day and no for the others. I can get almost 8 meetings out of the way if the scheduling is done right. It doesn’t matter to me if the parent shows or not. I just need a body representing the psychology department on those days.
Back to tomorrow. A friend is going with me. Since I took the day off, I am going to sleep in, have a fresh pot of coffee and make French toast for her. Then we will use public transportation to go to the UM doctor and hear what is to be done about my condition. I can tell you what I want to hear. Honestly, only God can enact His hand for that one. Considering the increased coughing, blue finger tips and increased anxiety attacks, what I want to hear will not be on the menu. After we are done, we are going to the bank to get the money to pay off the car. After that I have dinner reservations with the guinea pig teacher in Coral Gables.
I really wanted this week to be restful. It was not. I am glad that everything that had to get done, is done now. I can refocus on school resuming next Wednesday. Finance and Managerial Economics (ugh!).