So starting off your week with an emotional breakdown at work is productive right? Well, productive or not that was my day. Typical manic Monday. Rushing to get everyone up & out the door early because I had early work obligations. Craziness ensues at work. Early afternoon a work friend pops in to my office as she does daily and our chat turns ultra serious and the heaviness of life & supermomdom surfaces and I find myself crying. Weakness & frailty gushing uncontrollably. I hate it. But, I had a good 'therapy' session with her as she understands and moved on with my day.
Got some outside time in with the kiddos (lovin' the fall temps!) when we got home. Got them settled & tucked into bed for the night. Find myself upset at the fact that we offered to take in a 6 year old golden retriever from someone who needed to find him a home as they were downsizing, but she allowed someone else to take him. I (like a kid) got my hopes up that we were going to add a new furchild to our family. Now I'm disappointed. Boy, Monday is beatin' the tar out of me.
I've added a new job title to the resume - physical therapist. Yep, that's right, I'm doin' PT now. Well, I'm going to attempt to. Matt just finished PT (real, professional PT) for a sore hamstring and constricted (I think that's the term, hmmmm, better study more) muscles. Now I'm supposed to recreate these therapy moves, stretches & massages at home. Ummm, yeah, hopefully you don't need PT after I perform my PT. :) I'll let you know if he can walk tomorrow.
