Tonight’s the big budget meeting for Manteca Unified School District, where they try to figure out how to keep the schools going while Sacramento legislators diddle on state spending and scream at each other. We’re going. It’s probably going to be a zoo – a lot of teachers, a lot of parents, and there’s sure to be a lot of animosity.
Stay tuned. You’ll get the whole story.
After a long morning of back-and-forth emails, I’m assured that almost all of my outstanding client money is going into the mail today.
Sigh. I hate having to do this hardass collection stuff.
It’s back at work today. And last night for a change it was my turn to be the insomniac. At around 1am I’d been tossing and turning for two hours, and the last thing I wanted to do was wake Kristi up – she absolutely needed a good nights sleep before going back to school today – so I quietly slipped away to the guest room and spent another hour tossing, reading, turning, counting sheep, tossing, reading some more.
Eventually I got to sleep.
The last few days around here have been stressful, mainly just because we both have had a lot of anxiety over what awaited us each on our return to work. As I write this, I haven’t heard from Kristi about the situation; right now I’m taking no news as good news. I’ve been sitting here trying to get some answers regarding where $6K in outstanding November billing currently sits, and getting various answers.. not bad news exactly, just a lot of people slowly getting their acts back together after the holidays.
Speaking for myself – and this may change within the hour – the stress is down again. Situations haven’t changed. Work still needs to be done. Risks haven’t disappeared. Uncertainty hasn’t abated. But I think a lot of my stress personally just comes from being disassociated with the everyday rhythm of events. Good news, bad news, dammit, I just want news. It’s being sidelined with only suspenseful thoughts and not being able to do anything about it that drives me mad.
I’m feeling like I’m getting back into the rhythm today. It’s a good feeling.
Now just waiting for Kristi to get home and to tell me just what the heck transpired on her end today.
To sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
–Morose Hamlet
My husband is asleep. My dog is asleep. One cat is staring at me as if I’m a lunatic to still be awake and the other is curled up on the couch, usurping the dog’s favorite snoozing spot. And me? I’m awake, recovering from yet another migraine. The drugs help but leave me either completely wiped out or unable to sleep. So here I sit, watching Cops at 1am because it’s either Cops or Little House on the Prairie. Isn’t that the biggest juxtaposition in TV?
I’m not looking forward to going back to work next week because I’ve been carrying around that last day for the entire break. I’ve dealt with it better this week than last but I don’t feel like I’ve had any respite from my brain being in overdrive. Night time is worse than any other and I play out conversations in my head over and over and over. What could happen. What did happen. What was said. What wasn’t said. What I should do. What I shouldn’t do. Fighting my most primal urge to bolt. I don’t like it.
I should try to sleep. The story of my life.
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