Getting the more serious stuff out there:

I have a phone that works. The apartment is a disaster because I have three apartments worth of stuff and had to dig one of them out and spread it all over the living room, bed room and kitchen for the repair guy to get to the phone line. BUT … I have a phone that works!!!!

My mother is fine and in country. I went to pick her up on Wed and she wasn’t there. I waited 2.5 hours and no mom, no phone calls, no emails. I finally called Bali and found out she left just a few hours before. Turns out she thought I knew she would be here on Thursday, not Wed. I HATE not knowing what is going on and waiting. I HATE it I HATE it, I HATE it. My old response would be to get angry, fume, kiss her hotel room goodbye and refuse to see her when she did get here. Gratefully, I have found different ways to deal with it, was able to pick her up from the airport and take her to the hotel room I got for her for the night. It didn’t hurt any less but I was able to let go of the pain (with help from a number of people) and deal with her on a different day in a differ way. I did walk up to her and after giving her a hug, I calmly told her that I was very angry and hurt and the only reason I wasn’t blasting it at her is that I realize that it must be worse living with a head that is starting to mess things up than it was to just deal with the mess up. She looked confused and I said that I was at the airport yesterday and she wasn’t. Then her face collapsed when she realized what had happened and what I had gone through. I got to vent, I felt heard and seen and I think that took care of my need to continue to hold on the hurt and anger. We had a very nice time until 2am (oh, it hurt this morning and I was late to work).

At the beginning of this week, I had stuff every night after work that I needed to rush off to except Thursday and was booked through Sunday. I commented to a friend that I didn’t know what I was going to do on Thursday. Monday got postponed, Tuesday got postponed, Wed was a wash. So on Thursday, I took the day off from work and at 10am I had my Wed night apt, from 1-5 I dealt with the phone repair that should have happened Tuesday, at 7pm I had my Monday night apt, at 9pm I picked up my mom from the airport that should have happen on Tues. So, what I ended up doing on Thursday was Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. With a full week of stress piling up on the end of the week, it was beginning to look like I would never get anything done. I don’t want to go through that again. Many many buttons were hit this week. Being able to accomplish everything yesterday makes me feel like I have gotten through the gauntlet and things should be better.