Finally Friday...Almost!

This, my friends (to quote John McCain), has been one of those weeks. You know the kind where you wish you had just stayed in bed and played hookie all week. Here's how this week went:

Monday a.m., I get to work and immediately am presented with the fact that five of the individuals I work with has been injured over the weekend as a result of some challenging behaviors and am asked, "What are you gonna do about it?" Of course, I said, "I will have it all fixed and behaviors to a minimal by lunch." Actually, I really did say that, but we all knew I was kidding, because when you consider the adaptive abilities and processing capabilities of these individuals, change is not a rapid or instant process. In fact, we tend to celebrate small victories. So, no one really expected an immediate response, but its still pressure. Then, Robert and I got the call about Baylor. No, he was not selected, but he was such a good candidate that "we would like to help him find a position," or so said the man at Baylor. Did not help lessen my disappointment or Robert's either. So then, of course, you know the story of Mr. Grump-o-lumpogus.

Tuesday, was not really much better although I can't pick any one thing that made it a difficult day. In fact, Mr. Grump-o-lumpogus had vanished by the time I got home and been replaced by some optimistic dude calling himself my husband.

Yesterday was just a long, long day. I got in early, which helped, but mainly because I made a bonehead mistake, thinking I had reports due by 5. So I worked til 5:30 getting everything completed and in presentation form. Well, come to find out, they are not actually due until next month (two weeks from now), so I just wasted time. I could have been working on the stuff actually due today. Then, after I got home, I just had to have a melt-down all over my poor husband who really didn't deserve it and had to answer to my 19-mo-old son asking "Momma, what's matter?" and "Why" when I so eloquently told him I just let go of my temper for no apparent reason. "I don't know, I was wrong and I'm sorry"-what else can you say? Last night was okay cause we watched Fireproof (great movie) twice, but it was cold as a well digger's bottom. As a matter of fact, when I left this morning at 8 or so, it was still only 32 degrees. That's cold. It was so cold last night that our neighbor's battery sitting at the front of their trailer exploded and spewed acid everywhere. I was afraid it was a gunshot (the park is out in the sticks) and tried to keep Robert from going outside to investigate. Once outside, he was afraid the spewing acid would cause their propane tanks to explode and since our trailer sits next to theirs...
All this at 12:30 am. Who says there's no drama in our marriage?

Today, as I mentioned earlier, began without an alarm clock. No, as one might think with living in an RV park, our power did not go out and we did not blow a fuse (sometimes happens). I just forgot to turn the darn alarm back on before going to bed. I did not wake up til 8, so of course I was rushing just to get to work by 8:30 or so. And since I mismanaged my time yesterday, I was stressed this morning about having things ready for a 10:30 meeting. Of course, those meetings always lead to another round of reports, emails and projects, so...

Tomorrow is Friday! Wahoo! What does that mean? Well, really not much. I don't know that it means a lot at all.

Life on the Hill is pretty much the same from day to day, but maybe, just maybe, tomorrow, the view will be better!