Today it felt so good to go back to work. The weekend was just so crazy busy. There was the dance festival that occupied a good part of my Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon. Grace was at that all three days so we had to get her back and forth too.
Sara also is getting back into her soccer schedule. She was going to drop the premier league involvement but the team seems to have talked her into it – even if she will be gone for a month. So yesterday she had two games. She is out of shape again so was very stiff and sore this morning.
And birthdays. This weekend we celebrated Sara’s as a family. Ordered Chinese food from her favourite restaurant. Eric baked her a couple of apple pies. Nice to have brothers that can cook. Next week Leo will have to be the single parent, host/supervisor for her party with friends. She only wants 23 friends over. I will be far away – in Winnipeg.
And last night a little party for a friend at our women’s study group. That was fun too. But again, required a little extra running around – worth it though. I think we even surprised her. The waitress almost let the cat out of the bag there at one point.
I began today feeling that I should be taking a day off to get myself back together. I was feeling pretty much at the end of a long swinging rope over a cliff – sort of desperate with a big headache!
But, God, I didn’t mean literally a day without work!
Today none of my patients from 11:30 till 3:00 showed up. Doesn’t get the bills paid but I sat in the staff room reading and listened to a CD I happened to bring from home.
And since nothing good results from my stressing out about the patients that failed to show up, I decided to just accept this little rest as a gift and enjoy it.
So I did. Then came home and found that I have a kid I am going to need to ground and seriously come down hard on. Such a lovely day!
I have to join Leo for a buisness dinner at Amy’s (our local most posh restaurant). I guess I will just have to use that time to unstress too. Maybe some nice wine… but I am also the designated driver.
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