How can a person be expected to write anything of substance when his or her life is a mess? This week, I was supposed to be off work. Instead I'm required to attend eight in-service classes, complete six internet lessons and tests, get a TB skin test and a Respiratory Fit test. In the meantime, my son just learned that his landlord is required by the county where he lives to repair and remodel the house he rents. The landlord has thirty days to complete these repairs. My son learned of this just yesterday and work began today and my son and his roommate have to get everything of value out of the house by tonight and guess who's moving into my house as of now with his puppy?
My husband and I leave on Friday for our daughter's college graduation. We will drive home next Monday, bringing both daughters back with us - they plan to stay with us for three weeks. I was expecting a busy visit, but not this busy. As soon as my daughter's leave, I have to get a cast applied for a fractured heel and torn medial collateral ligament. I'll have the cast on for at least six weeks. I was supposed to get it on last week, but I didn't have time so I'm walking around on a broken bone.
Last night, when I was bordering on hysteria, my husband said, "What are you worrying about? Some people have cancer." You know, he's right. He's absolutely right and I need to get over myself. Unfortunately, I didn't have the courage to tell him then and there about our son's situation. He'll find out when he gets home from work, unless he reads this blog. I sort of think the hysteria shoe will be on the other foot. Oh my God! I forgot about my parents. They're coming next Tuesday! %$#@!!!!!