Sometimes Things Just Work Out

Yesterday was a horrible, no-good day. I worked all day, then had to come home, write an article about beef, attend a school board meeting, then come home and write the school board article late into the night no matter how late it got. All while taking care of three kids. This was on my mind all day, of course. I was feeling particularly awful yesterday; every muscle and joint in my body was screaming in pain, my fingers were swollen and I was dizzy and light-headed. My thoughts were scattered, and I have developed a new habit of saying the wrong word unknowingly, which has caused some embarrassing moments and laughter from my students. By the end of the day, I was nearly in tears. I confessed to my supervisor that I was hoping that one of my kids would get sick so that I could stay home from the meeting. I felt terrible for thinking this. I admitted that I could not handle the schedule for the day, that it was too much for me at this time. It was hard to admit that.

At home I was trying to write the beef story. My notes looked like a bunch of jumbled words and I couldn't make any sense out of them. Grace was crying because she knew a babysitter was coming, and she didn't want me to leave. She cried and cried for almost a half-hour, and I had to hold her. This is unusual for her. I thought she felt a little warm, so I took her temp and it was 99.6. Not very high, but still. She obviously didn't feel well. I put her on the couch with a blanket and she rested. I called the paper and told them I couldn't make the meeting.

Shortly after, Grace got up and started playing with the dog. She was fine the rest of the night, and she's fine now. I was able to finally finish the story (although not very happy with it), and last night we carved pumpkins with the kids. Now, today, Drew threw up at school and I had to leave work. I'm home now, planning on relaxing, watching a movie, roasting pumpkin seeds, maybe even writing.

Tomorrow is the blood drive at school. I think I should skip it this year. I feel like I'm going to pass out all the time anyway. I can only imagine how I would feel after losing some blood.

I need to figure this out...