So ... this afternoon was a flurry of activity--the usual activity: homework, dinner (prep, eat, clean up), bedtime routines, etc. Then there were the added activities of Ashley's gymnastics and Youth Group at church. Then, in between all that, there was a visit to my mother-in-law who is in the hospital. I was also bringing my husband dinner and a few other items for my mother-in-law who is in the hospital (he's staying with her overnight).
She's okay. She had low sodium, and she's doing much better now. They'll more than likely release her tomorrow or Thursday.
So, can we say, "too much on my plate???!!!" I really don't do well when I have too much on my plate. I noticed myself getting really tired by 5:00 p.m. (and we hadn't even left the house yet). So I take Ashley to gymnastics, hurry home to heat up dinner for Carlito, rush to my sister-in-law's house to pick up something for my mother-in-law, rush Ashley to church (right on time--go me!), and drive to the hospital to visit my mother-in-law, etc. I find the entrance, go to check in at the visitor's desk, Carlos in hand, ask for her room, and the lady looks at me with a concerned expression, "Do you have someone who can watch this little boy while you go upstairs? Only children 12 and older are allowed to visit."
I tell you, I lost it. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. It really wasn't huge, but I actually didn't have the energy to come up with a Plan B. I was so frustrated. I just felt so deflated, if that makes any sense at all. I just looked at her and said, "I'm just so frustrated right now. I'm going to leave." And I walked away. Back to the car. After I got to the car, I realized that I could have called my husband from the lobby on my cell phone, or asked her to call the room for me, but I was "done."
I wanted to just scream at that lady (even though on a logical level I know she's just doing her job), explain to her all the trouble I went through to get my husband a warm dinner, pick up the items for my mother-in-law, come to the hospital between all the other "errands" I was running, how tired I am, and she has the nerve to tell me I can't see my husband or mother-in-law for one minute. But I controlled myself. I'm certain she had no idea how infuriated and frustrated I was.
So here I am at home, and in ten minutes I will leave to pick Ashley up from Youth. So tired. So grouchy. I pray she's not late coming to the car when I pick her up, because I have NO patience left.
And one more teeny, tiny issue: I can't get our new patio door to lock, so now I'm worried--no husband, no locked patio door. Anyone can just come right in tonight. Scary. Trying to trust God.
Thanks for listening. I just needed to get this out right now. I'm feeling a little calmer as we speak.
Feel free not to comment :) This is certainly not a very inspiring post--that's for sure.
She's okay. She had low sodium, and she's doing much better now. They'll more than likely release her tomorrow or Thursday.
So, can we say, "too much on my plate???!!!" I really don't do well when I have too much on my plate. I noticed myself getting really tired by 5:00 p.m. (and we hadn't even left the house yet). So I take Ashley to gymnastics, hurry home to heat up dinner for Carlito, rush to my sister-in-law's house to pick up something for my mother-in-law, rush Ashley to church (right on time--go me!), and drive to the hospital to visit my mother-in-law, etc. I find the entrance, go to check in at the visitor's desk, Carlos in hand, ask for her room, and the lady looks at me with a concerned expression, "Do you have someone who can watch this little boy while you go upstairs? Only children 12 and older are allowed to visit."
I tell you, I lost it. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. It really wasn't huge, but I actually didn't have the energy to come up with a Plan B. I was so frustrated. I just felt so deflated, if that makes any sense at all. I just looked at her and said, "I'm just so frustrated right now. I'm going to leave." And I walked away. Back to the car. After I got to the car, I realized that I could have called my husband from the lobby on my cell phone, or asked her to call the room for me, but I was "done."
I wanted to just scream at that lady (even though on a logical level I know she's just doing her job), explain to her all the trouble I went through to get my husband a warm dinner, pick up the items for my mother-in-law, come to the hospital between all the other "errands" I was running, how tired I am, and she has the nerve to tell me I can't see my husband or mother-in-law for one minute. But I controlled myself. I'm certain she had no idea how infuriated and frustrated I was.
So here I am at home, and in ten minutes I will leave to pick Ashley up from Youth. So tired. So grouchy. I pray she's not late coming to the car when I pick her up, because I have NO patience left.
And one more teeny, tiny issue: I can't get our new patio door to lock, so now I'm worried--no husband, no locked patio door. Anyone can just come right in tonight. Scary. Trying to trust God.
Thanks for listening. I just needed to get this out right now. I'm feeling a little calmer as we speak.
Feel free not to comment :) This is certainly not a very inspiring post--that's for sure.
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Much hugs to you right now! I quite understand the frustration you are feeling! But hang in there!