I keep trying to tell myself that.  Yesterday was a day that made me regret my decision to go to work.  I should have stayed home in bed.  But I was responsible, and ended up at my wit’s end.

While Mister was away I got to work on some of my ambitious plans.  We never seem to do all the things that need doing when we’re both home, so I thought I’d use the time alone to keep busy and be productive.  I decided to organize the garage.  This is the same 2-car garage that became a dumping ground for all our stuff when we moved in.  It held many, many boxes that still needed to be unpacked, along with lots of other stuff like man-toys (aka tools) instead of the 2 cars it was designed to hold.  My goal was to get at least 1 car in there.

I started by picking up the tools.  A few weeks back, Mister was working on his truck and there were tools everywhere.  It’s not his fault, really.  We just lack the adequate storage units for these things.  I did the best I could, and though most of them ended up in a box labeled “Misc Tools” I gained a decent amount of floor space.  The next task was to move the boxes yet to be unpacked in the house.  At first I thought I’d put them in their appropriate rooms, but then I realized that there was still sorting to be done once these boxes were opened, so I put them in a staging area in the living room.  This cleared out a LOT of space in the garage.

Then I moved nearly everything to one side of the garage.  I reorganized as I went, so as to keep like items together.  I also found a cubby thing that goes on top of a short cabinet that we already use as storage in the garage, so I put that together and put some tools and other things in there.  Then, sometime around 7pm, my body came to a screeching halt.  I was done, and I couldn’t work any longer.  I took a shower, ran out for a bite to eat, and came home, planting my ass on the sofa.

On Sunday, I went out to run some errands and do some grocery shopping in preparation for Mister’s return later that evening.  When I got home, I put together a few salads for easy side dishes during the week and set about unpacking the boxes.  I got through quite a few of them, and was able to put aside some things for donation.  The work seemed to go a lot slower than the garage work did, but again, I got quite a bit done.  My body ached from all the physical labor over the weekend.  I sat down to rest, eagerly awaiting the time when I could go to the airport and pick up Mister, who I missed terribly.  His flight came in at 10:30, so we didn’t get home until late, which for me was a bit too late since I get up at 5am for work.  I decided that I’d make a decision on work when my alarm went off Monday.

My alarm went off on schedule Monday morning.  I didn’t have any trouble waking up, but getting out of bed was another matter entirely.  I hurt.  Every muscle between my knees and my neck was aching, and there was also the strong lure of spending time with Mister since he had just come home (remember, he left on business the day after I got home from my Grandma’s funeral).  I decided that I’d stay home from work.  I went into our home office, turned on the computer, and started composing the email.  As I started putting in names of people to send to, I had second thoughts.  There are 4 of us on the A/P team, not including the team lead.  One is on vacation until Wednesday.  One is overseas on a business trip.  If I called out, that would leave just 1 very hard worker there to do it all.  I like the people I work with too much to do that to them.  Also, the thought crossed my mind that I would be very tempted to tackle more boxes if I stayed home, and my body just couldn’t handle it.  I canceled the email and got ready for work.  At least there I could sit my butt down and rest my body.

I spent a large portion of my day fixing problems.  Not big problems, but problems I shouldn’t have at all, and rarely, if ever, have.  It took an inordinate amount of time to do this.  A phone call from Mister, who was frustrated with his GPS leading him on a wild goose chase in the wrong direction, had me teetering on the edge of my breaking point.  I was stressed enough from work, and though I love hearing his voice, his situation simply send me to the precipice of my breaking point.  I fought back tears as I finished up my last hour of work and headed to my doctor’s office to fix another issue.

Over a month ago my doctor had changed my acid reflux medicine to the purple pill, which is working much, much better.  They seem intent on clearing out the sample closet, so I ended up with over a month’s worth of samples.  I also had a script for it, which I dropped off at the pharmacy so that I wouldn’t lose it.  Since I wasn’t picking it up right away, the pharmacy put it on hold.  I ran out of sample meds over the weekend, and on Sunday when I tried to get it filled they informed me that they’d need the doctor to authorize it, which meant waiting until Monday.  Sometime during my Monday I called the doctor’s office, and the front office lady with no people skills informed me that the doctor signs those after 5pm.  That is the dumbest thing I heard, especially for requests that come in over the weekend!  I thanked the woman for allowing my stomach to continue burning and hung up.  When I got the the doctor’s office after work, the medical assistant, who is way cool and has enough personality for 2 people, looked through the pile of pharmacy requests and didn’t see one for me.  Ok, no problem.  I called the pharmacy and they faxed it over again while I waited at the doctor’s office to be sure it arrived.  It did, and it went into the pile to be signed.  The med asst also gave me 3 more weeks of samples (awesome!) and I got in the car to go home.

I tried to call Mister but he didn’t answer the phone.  No biggie, I just assumed he was on another call for work or something.  Then he called me back, and though I could hear him just fine, he couldn’t hear me no matter how loud I was yelling.  We called each other a few times with the same results, and I was ready to throw my cell phone out the window.  That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  I burst into tears and just couldn’t get home fast enough.  Mister called on his work phone, which wasn’t having any problems, and started to calm me down.  When I got home and into the house I started feeling better, but it wasn’t until Mister came home that I really started to calm down. 

With the door locked on the outside world, I finally was able to stop crying, though Mister made me cry again when he gave me a really sweet gift to make me feel better.  We spent the rest of the evening watching Top Gear and then we put on a movie, and by the time I went to bed I was much calmer and relaxed.  I don’t know what it is about little things that make a day completely unbearable, but thank goodness I have Mister to make me feel better.  Today, so far, is better, and after work I’m getting my haircut at my wonderful salon that has massage chairs at the sinks.  Woohoo!