I am freaking out right now. In true Daley girl fashion, I've poured myself a glass of wine in an effort to take the edge off. Yes, I know this is unhealthy behavior, but technically so is having a bowl of ice cream when one feels stressed, but no one points fingers at ice cream addicts, so please do not judge me.
Bulldog and I were going over our calendar of what the next month and a half hold for us. I am new in my job and have to find someone who has the right certifications to cover for me while I'm gone. Then, on our collective return home two weeks after DJ's surgery, Bulldog will be going on a work related trip to Europe, the lucky bastard, leaving me to deal with juggling work and caring for DJ. To be fair to Bulldog, he has postponed this trip three times and has a deadline of June, so there is really no way around this dilemma.
I would have my mom come stay with DJ, but I'm not certain how sure footed DJ will be two weeks post-op and my mother is not in the best physical shape herself. Plus, DJ will be required to dilate multiple times a day and I'm not sure my mom is the person she would want to call on for assistance if she has a problem. I wish I could be there every single day, but the reality is I have next to no leave accrued and I have students who are already freaking out about passing my courses. I feel like I have a moral obligation to be there for them, too. Hence, my aforementioned freaking out.
Plus, a cousin on my father's side of the family is getting married the day before DJ leaves to come home. I think I can fly up that morning and fly back to the hotel where DJ and Bulldog will be before we hit the road to come home. I would just opt out of going, but I've missed every single event that side of the family has hosted for the last decade. This is my last cousin on that side of the family to get married and I do not want to miss it, especially in light of how much they have been there for us when my dad was sick. How the heck I'll pull this off, I have no idea. I still want to believe it's possible, but it will mean asking for help from other family members or friends.
I hate asking for help. Why? I am not sure. Well, that's kind of fibbing-I do have a pretty good idea why, but I could fill up pages with my explanations and it would just bore you, the reader, to tears.
Take a deep breath woman-it will all work out-right? DJ is the one with the really tough row to hoe-this other stuff can be worked out. Right? Right? Somebody tell me I'm right....
Bulldog and I were going over our calendar of what the next month and a half hold for us. I am new in my job and have to find someone who has the right certifications to cover for me while I'm gone. Then, on our collective return home two weeks after DJ's surgery, Bulldog will be going on a work related trip to Europe, the lucky bastard, leaving me to deal with juggling work and caring for DJ. To be fair to Bulldog, he has postponed this trip three times and has a deadline of June, so there is really no way around this dilemma.
I would have my mom come stay with DJ, but I'm not certain how sure footed DJ will be two weeks post-op and my mother is not in the best physical shape herself. Plus, DJ will be required to dilate multiple times a day and I'm not sure my mom is the person she would want to call on for assistance if she has a problem. I wish I could be there every single day, but the reality is I have next to no leave accrued and I have students who are already freaking out about passing my courses. I feel like I have a moral obligation to be there for them, too. Hence, my aforementioned freaking out.
Plus, a cousin on my father's side of the family is getting married the day before DJ leaves to come home. I think I can fly up that morning and fly back to the hotel where DJ and Bulldog will be before we hit the road to come home. I would just opt out of going, but I've missed every single event that side of the family has hosted for the last decade. This is my last cousin on that side of the family to get married and I do not want to miss it, especially in light of how much they have been there for us when my dad was sick. How the heck I'll pull this off, I have no idea. I still want to believe it's possible, but it will mean asking for help from other family members or friends.
I hate asking for help. Why? I am not sure. Well, that's kind of fibbing-I do have a pretty good idea why, but I could fill up pages with my explanations and it would just bore you, the reader, to tears.
Take a deep breath woman-it will all work out-right? DJ is the one with the really tough row to hoe-this other stuff can be worked out. Right? Right? Somebody tell me I'm right....
It's interesting how we over complicate our own lives, take on more than we can handle instead of simply prioritizing and explaining to those we can't handle WHY, then tryng to compensate for them in another way when time allows and realizing that if people are hurt by that that we've done THE BEST WE CAN and that it is THEY who are taking things personally.
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P.s we already had this discussion; Ice cream fixes EVERYTHING!
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