Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Flying by the seat of my pants

Buckle up boys and girls ---  It's gonna be one of those weeks.

Most of the time we function on a fairly regimented routine at home.  With me working and Mom's care, a schedule is a lifeline.  And 99% of the time it works like a charm.   But this is the week that 1% creeps in and the whole system goes into chaos.

It is only Tuesday and I am officially "Flying by the seat of my pants".

The 3rd week of the month is typically meeting-heavy at work but on top of that our municipality is hosting a conference for about 90 delegates from around the province.   I am on the host committee so having a few things left to organize and confirm before they arrive tomorrow.   And in between helping out and attending the conference I still have to review the 90+ page document for this weeks Council meeting.    Add in photography class tonight and Millie's groomers appointment (which coincidentally overlap - not sure whats gonna happen there)

Oh, and the icing on the cake --- Auntie has had an injury.  Details are sketchy at best.  (she lies to me about stuff like this and I am forced to investigate and interrogate until I am satisfied)   

I had to work late last night but I called home after supper to check in.  She sounded funny but I thought maybe Mom was giving her a bit of a hard time so I let it go.  When I arrived home several hours later she was as growly as a bear.  Later as she got up to get a cup of tea I noticed she was holding herself a little funny and walking kind of slow.  So the interrogation began....

So, what I think happend (still not 100% sure) is that she tripped/slipped in the kitchen and fell hard against the kitchen sink, landing on her ribs.   I can tell when she moves she is having pain but remember - she lies!  (Just because she doesn't want me to worry - but guessing makes it worse) She knows if she tells me the truth I will have a fit and take her to the hospital.  And to her - that is a fate worse than death.   So in between everything else I will have to keep an eye on it. 

It always seems like when I have extra work committments - something happens.  I'm NOT saying she does it on purpose BUT it is an interesting coincidence.  Hmmmmmm.   OK really I know its not on purpose.

I really can't wait for this week to end.  Friday is our corporate Golf Tournament.  More about that later but I think I will be taking out some frustration on those little balls.

16 comments:

  1. Yep, when it rains, it pours! Certainly that is the case...deep breath, another one, deep breath...let it out slowly....
    you can get through it all and by the way; did you ever think of asking for help?
    sending prayers for you!

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  2. Oh, girlie!! It's a life isn't it? I will send lots of positive vibes your way ~ keep smiling, friend!!!

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  3. It's almost a given when things start to pile up then the unexpected happens! What law of nature is that again?
    I can see those golf balls a flyin' already! Just be careful and don't hit someone ( like your boss for instance...)
    Will be thinking of you and joining Alice in sending those positive vibes!
    Cathy G

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  4. Forgot to add that I hope Auntie is okay.... it doesn't take much off a bump when the bones are old and brittle to crack something. Sending my best to her...
    Cathy G

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  5. Well that's a bummer and then some! Hope Auntie is ok...That's the last thing you need is one in the hospital and one at home! Here's hoping Friday arrives quickly and with mercy for you! Sending you good thoughts! Smiles & Hugs ~ Robin

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  6. Sounds like a hectic week ahead. Good you have nice thick hair, just in case you have the urge to tear some out!
    I do hope your Auntie is OK. It's hard to know what to do to help if she won't let you know what happened.
    At least have a good time at photography class!

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  7. Really? You mean flying by the seat of your pants is not how it's supposed to be???? I'm shocked, I didn't know there was any other way!! And my dad sounds like Auntie! He won't tell me anything!!! Hang in there the week will be over soon!

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  8. Oh Kim, you're flying by the seat of your pants, in men underwear, no less,lol... as the picture shows. What a week this has started to be for you, first with the groundhog or muskrat digging your yard and now all this stuff landing right on your lap. I know how much work is to host a convention believe me but its a good feeling when everything goes well. I think that you better ask a trusty friend of your family to drop in to set your mind at ease.

    The week will fly by quickly because you will be so busy. Good luck dear friend. I hope that everything goes smoothly for you and hit those balls but don't hurt yourself. Hugs. JB

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  9. I hope that your aunt is OK too, JB

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  10. It is always murphy's law for sure. She may have cracked a rib or two which they will not do much to just wrap her in a wide ace bandage.
    Cathy

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  11. Oh poor you and your poor Aunt. I hope you both feel better. I wish there was something I could do to help you. I just hope that it gets better.
    I will be praying for you.

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  12. Kim ~
    Here's hoping Auntie is okay and the next two days fly by without a hitch for you.
    Happy golfing!
    Hugs :)
    Lauren

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  13. Kim I didn't know there was any other way but flying by the seat of my pants! I hope your Aunt is ok. Sending vibes for Friday to get to you quick!

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  14. Man plans and God Laughs!

    Hope Auntie is alright

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  15. It's Wednesday hopefully your halfway there. Nothing worse then a pile a stuff to do and then one more thing is added to the pile. I hope Auntie feels better,Cheri

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  16. Oh my dear...I'm so behind in my blogging! I hope your aunt is feeling okay...though it does sound like a rib. I feel for her that she wants to be independent. I hope all goes well for you in the up-coming days!
    Courtney

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