What NEXT?!

Thursdays are becoming the most muddled day of my week. I know they get messy, and still I am surprised at how I feel as the come and go each week. Today was no different. In fact, today had some added reasons to worry. Like these:

I got kids off to school, and everyone was in a good mood--including me. Then I walked for a full hour...new route...longer than I expected...very sore and now hamstrings are revolting. Oh, and a baby toe blister showed up. Not sure where that came from. [How painful do your hamstrings need to become before they just snap? I think I am worried about that now.]

The Girl needs to have a 9th grade PE class in order to graduate from High School, eventually, and the HS swim team doesn't fulfil that requirement for her so I needed to make an appointment with her counselor to move something around next semester to get that taken care of with her. The guidance office secretary tells me that the counselor makes his own appointments and when I called he was teaching a class so I left a voice mail. So far, no response. [How early is too early to worry that your child isn't going to graduate from HS?!]

Then I had PTA phone calls I fielded today. Luckily nothing major, but they weren't in the plan today. Inconceivably I imagined that I could scrapbook today. The stuff is out all over my desk, in fact. I was very optimistic...big mistake. [If I don't appear for several days check to see if there was an acid free avalanche in the office downstairs.]

Then I saw Tammy today. Her voice is weaker and more slurred than even last week. Mr. Rick is usually right off to work when I get there now, but he was having work drama via the Internet and didn't take off until later. Tammy asked for her meds a half hour early and then wanted another does of morphine at the appointed time. That makes me very concerned, and worried that I will give her too much and make her worse off than she is. In a call to Mr. Rick, in consultation for the early meds she asked for, he jokingly told me to "drug her". I know that isn't what he really meant, but the words still sting with emotional disconnect and lack of tenderness. [Usually this is the only worry I have on Thursdays.]

Then The Boy had a paper he HAD to turn in today, that he had left at home, so right after school he needed me to run him back over to turn it in. Then on the way to his orthodontist appointment he tells me he has a D+ in English at the moment and kind of shrugged it off. I controlled the urge to go completely postal on him, and talked to him as rationally and calmly as I could while merging onto the rush hour freeway in a vehicle propelled by squirrels. [If I might blow a gasket if this keeps up, then why am I trying so hard to exercise everyday if the kids just put me over the edge anyway?!]

I returned a call to my sister who was essentially checking in but had new comments about court demanded counseling sessions for one of her boys (whom were just given back to her with full custody following her divorce three years ago and subsequent custody battle). [I always worry about them. There are reasons to worry here.]

Then Genius Golfer came home a little early to tell me that a new employment opportunity we have been talking about for a few days was making him sick to his stomach today. So, in my world, that would be a sign that I shouldn't do something, but he must read that differently. [Please note here that this means I WILL begin to worry about work stuff, again, right...about...now.]

The Boy has soccer practice tonight followed by a Scout planning meeting directly afterward that was supposed to happen last night but didn't. Which means he will not be eating dinner tonight, which means he will be cranky and ornery when he does get home in time for bed. [Maybe if I go right to bed now I won't have to deal with his attitude when he gets home.]

And The Girl just walked in from a visit to our local downtown park where she spent all her allowance money on "handcrafted" jewelry being sold by local "artisans" at our city's Promenade, the local Farmer's Market but with jewelry booths too. [I hope she gets to take the HS's financial literacy class before she doesn't get to graduate.]

I really just want the day to end and let me begin again. On a Friday. With no worries. Is that too much to ask?!