Well, it had to happen. I’ve had the worst worst day. Work stress has caught up with me, and I chomped down 2 bagels, a 1/4 muffin and part of a danish. I *hate* bagel day here at work, where they bring in more pastries than office folks could possibly eat for breakfast. My complaints for the day (in hopes that venting will help me stop the stress-related eating):
- My company totally dropped the ball on getting me paid for my maternity leave. Today I discovered it was my responsibility to call the State and try to get paid for disability time. That’s a lot of money we’ve been doing without for the past 4 months and now we basically start from scratch in trying to get it.
- Our car insurance company is threatening to cancel our policy if I can’t find my driver’s license information from Texas, where I was last licensed in something like 1998. Can’t they just buy it from some online database somewhere? (When I call Austin, it’s busy every time! And they don’t answer e-mails.)
- I have a big work deadline tomorrow.
- We are going away this weekend so all the chores we’d normally do then must be done now. On the chore subject, we have to get together a mountain of paperwork related to our marriage, etc. because we are meeting with the immigration people regarding DH’s green card on Monday. It’s great news this is finally happening, but the paperwork is a nightmare. We’re talking tax returns for the past 3 years, mortgage paperwork, bank statements, and other proof we’re really married — like the kid’s birth certificate.
- There’s the possiblity of my working from home in future rather than coming into the office. But that just opens up the can of worms of my having to find another day care for the boy. And on the day care subject, his day care is closed next Friday for veteran’s day — which means I have to pay a babysitter, though I’ve already paid the regular full amount for day care. Then the Monday after, the boy’s got a doctor’s appointment, so I will have to have a babysitter that day, as well. (Maybe I could change the doctor’s appointment to Friday??) This is all assuming I can find a babysitter for the day.
Ok, signing off now and resuming the screaming. No more eating, though. Thanks for “listening,” folks. I needed that.