My head is dizzy already.
First of all, the mundane: I slept without vicodin, hardcore, last night. I didn't hear Jordan come in to the room any of the 4 times that he did. I woke up, sore but well slept. YAY.
I left my phone at work last night, which means I couldn't log into work this morning. It's Cullen's bday and he took the day off, funny enough, which means that I could RUSH RUSH and come into work. That's fine, but you know how it is when you aren't planning something, and BAM, you have to move to PLAN B pronto? That's the frame of mind I was in when I got here.
Then I got a call from a coworker who needs somewhere to bring his kid, and funny enough, Cullen's at home. Told him to call him- but Cullen is not really at home, he's bringing the kids to daycare (to pay her and tell her they aren't coming anymore because we can't afford it. I seriously don't know how people pay out their asses for daycare/preschool. That's insane. We save a mortgage payment practically by them not going!!!!) I honestly have NO IDEA what we are going to do for daycare when I have to be in the office, unless I can start paying mom and dad a little something. Anyway- so he's freaking out because he got R's message and feels like he should be helping him.
THEN right after that, bil calls, freaking out about his house. What I take from the conversation is that he may or may not need help cleaning the house that is for sale, he isn't sure, but he feels like there's so much going on and he's...freaking. I am to not do anything with all the info he called and purged, and maybe we'll help him on Sunday.
But all of this happened in a 15 minute time span and I find myself trying to reel my mind back into my own head.
Last night I finally got to cry about Rose leaving. I am honestly heartbroken. It felt good to cry it out. I was nervous that I'd never stop crying but eventually i did. This weekend will be a different story. Rose and kids are coming to mom's tonight.
Okay. 9:14am. I am going to reclaim my day. Right NOW!
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