Work is stressing me out, and I can’t wait to be on vacation. On Friday Andy and I are driving down to ATL, staying in a hotel for the night, and then heading off to the Dominican Republic with his family for 7 days. Can’t wait for all expenses paid food and drank (though as a non-meat eating straight edge kid I really don’t get my money’s worth) and reading my Kindle on a beach chair and not having to call a gazillion people every day. But man oh man I’m going to miss this little face. Longest we’ll have ever been away from him.
On Friday I found out that a friend and former CARES co-worker had committed suicide. Today we had a memorial service which, though very sweet and representative of all the lives he touched, turned me into a wreck for the rest of the day. I’m trying to cram too much into this week before I leave for vacation, and I’m stressed out and exhausted.
Tomorrow could be a very long day. I feel nauseous just thinking about it.
EDIT: I just realized how melodramatic that sounds. I have to take a client out of her domestic violence situation and put her into a shelter. I’m going to have to have a police officer escort us into the house. Keep her in your thoughts tomorrow.
Today is an 11 hour work day for me and at least a 12 hour work day for Andy. I took the pup to doggy day care and now I get to spy on him all day long!
But looks like I’m doing it 2 more days this week!