I’m having one of those weeks. You know the ones where things just seem to go wrong. The ones where breaking open the cooking chocolate or diving into a bottle or pool of alcohol might just take the edge off.
Today is Friday. Today I cried at school. Yep, me. Today I can’t roll with the punches.
All the things are minor but they have just added up. Remember this post and a few after it? My grandmother’s kidneys are failing again. She’s not in hospital at the moment but will probably need to go back on Pred which makes her face swell up. Tuesday was the Paed appointment where we got the bad news that Dr T. is sick again and going away. I mentioned that in my last post. Boy Child was diagnosed with reflux.
Wednesday Mr E. came home early. He was sick and after a Dr appointment and a visit to hospital he was diagnosed with a kidney stone which thankfully he passed. We got home about 1 am. Note to self: find an emergency babysitter!
Thursday was my Dr appointment. The antibiotics I was given last Friday had helped a little but not enough. I got stronger antibiotics and took Girl Child with me. She has Chicken Pox or Hand, Foot and Mouth disease. Ah joy!
So today's phone call with Boy Child being really unclear and raving about how I had to bring him his drawings so they could be sold at school to raise money was the last straw. There was quite a bit of ‘this stupid school that I hate’ thrown in there for good measure. It turned out that there had been a miscommunication and he was supposed to do something about two weeks ago which he didn’t and that meant he couldn't sell badges at the fete they were having etc., etc. And I cried in front of his teacher, Ms S.
She felt bad for me being upset and I felt like an idiot. Seriously it’s just all those little things that just tipped me over the edge. I went back to the fete to get Girl Child a sausage (she was waiting in the car for me) and Ms S came back over to me. Apparently Boy Child had asked her why I was upset. He knew I was upset because I was crying but he didn't know why. Ms S told him it was just a miscommunication and I was worried about Girl Child Mr E., etc. Sometimes I forget how hard it is for him to understand people and emotions. His anxiety seems to showing up big time with the end of the year, the dance concerts, grading and transition to high school. If I lost it today, t’s no wonder that he is too.
So I have eaten the chocolate chips I bought to cook with and cried a bit more. I’m still feeling like an idiot but then I feel like that quite often. Let’s hope next week is a better one.