Farmwife
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Okay, just a recap of my last month...humor me it is quite entertaining:coffee2:
difficult child:
*Early "escape" from psychiatric hospital, much to my dismay.
*Ejected from family game and staying at mother in law house temporarily
*Still adjusting medications
*Highly recommended therapist is a slow learner or something and managed to mix up and miss 2, yes count 'em, 2 appointments. (1 hour drive each way for us)
husband:
*Got the staple out of his scalp from the "incident".
Baby diva:
*terribe twos, need I say more?
My Mom:
*Breast cancer survivor who needs a biopsy for suspicious mamo next week.
*Spent 5 hours on phone arguing with insurance last week, visiting me out of her home state and having results of mamo come after her departure is a real bonus.
*Her home in other state has tenant from hades makes all our difficult child's seem like angels.
*Had a 2 month ordeal with a house purchase gone bad due to unprofessional people she was working with. Had to fight tooth and nail to get earnest money back.
*In process of yet another semi-stressful home deal...all so difficult child can maybe avoid Residential Treatment Center (RTC).
Me:
Bun in oven flip flops from breech to normal so may be "looking forward" to a major surgery so Mr. Stork can get her here no later than 12/10.
*sigh*
On the plus side, first actual family appointment with slow learner therapist was amazing. I only gave him a third chance because his credentials and recommendation were astounding. difficult child was receptive and I think I may actually have *gasp* some hope we can manage him at my Moms new house instead of Residential Treatment Center (RTC).
So, all that too much information leads me to one sad conclusion. I have been running wild all over the countryside for several weeks of appointments, errands and goodness knows what else. Sitting down to watch tv seems foreign. I looked over my calendar for the next couple weeks and saw I had very little to do, relatively speaking of course. I still have a laundry list of to do's just a reasonable list.
Then I got anxiety. I got that awful feeling like I was forgetting something. I have been going so fast for so long that being on the verge of a slow couple weeks without forseeable drama and b.s. just feels wrong.
I can finally relax, slow down and do nothing AND...it is making me edgy and anxious.
WTF? (pardon my French)
difficult child:
*Early "escape" from psychiatric hospital, much to my dismay.
*Ejected from family game and staying at mother in law house temporarily
*Still adjusting medications
*Highly recommended therapist is a slow learner or something and managed to mix up and miss 2, yes count 'em, 2 appointments. (1 hour drive each way for us)
husband:
*Got the staple out of his scalp from the "incident".
Baby diva:
*terribe twos, need I say more?
My Mom:
*Breast cancer survivor who needs a biopsy for suspicious mamo next week.
*Spent 5 hours on phone arguing with insurance last week, visiting me out of her home state and having results of mamo come after her departure is a real bonus.
*Her home in other state has tenant from hades makes all our difficult child's seem like angels.
*Had a 2 month ordeal with a house purchase gone bad due to unprofessional people she was working with. Had to fight tooth and nail to get earnest money back.
*In process of yet another semi-stressful home deal...all so difficult child can maybe avoid Residential Treatment Center (RTC).
Me:
Bun in oven flip flops from breech to normal so may be "looking forward" to a major surgery so Mr. Stork can get her here no later than 12/10.
*sigh*
On the plus side, first actual family appointment with slow learner therapist was amazing. I only gave him a third chance because his credentials and recommendation were astounding. difficult child was receptive and I think I may actually have *gasp* some hope we can manage him at my Moms new house instead of Residential Treatment Center (RTC).
So, all that too much information leads me to one sad conclusion. I have been running wild all over the countryside for several weeks of appointments, errands and goodness knows what else. Sitting down to watch tv seems foreign. I looked over my calendar for the next couple weeks and saw I had very little to do, relatively speaking of course. I still have a laundry list of to do's just a reasonable list.
Then I got anxiety. I got that awful feeling like I was forgetting something. I have been going so fast for so long that being on the verge of a slow couple weeks without forseeable drama and b.s. just feels wrong.
I can finally relax, slow down and do nothing AND...it is making me edgy and anxious.
WTF? (pardon my French)
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