I don't need sympathy or advice or really anything else. I just needed to give a small rant. You don't even have to read it if you don't want to. So if you aren't interested in an old woman's selfish ranting, then SHOO...go away right now!
Yesterday I thought things could not get any worse. Sunday nite, I was up all nite long talking to my suicidal daughter, who was so completely dejected about an impending divorce that she didn't want to be here anymore. I got her talked to and tucked in about the time my alarm rang to get me up for work. Because of some important activities at school, I could not take a day off yesterday, so I dressed and went to work. The 4th grade picked yesterday to act worse than they have all year long. Even my "best" kids were bad. Every period, the day got worse and my headache and heartache got bigger. Then in the early afternoon, I got a call telling me that my mother had been in a car wreck. She has macular degeneration and really should not be driving any more because it is getting worse all the time. I went to see about her and had a huge fight with her about her wreck. She thought I was going to fuss at her about it, and all I wanted was to make sure she was ok!
Then last nite my daughter cried all evening long, my grandson had a fever, and I got about 12 crank hang-up calls....some as late as 2:00 a.m. There is no telling who that was.
At least I got a little sleep last nite and woke up in a better mood this morning, ready to battle 4th graders again all day. They actually were very good today, so I thought things were FINALLY looking up. I was wrong.
I was driving to my son's basketball game tonite and had not one, not two, but THREE frigging deer run out in front of my car on the way there (three separate times!). I got there without getting killed or killing a deer, watched the game, and came home. About 20 minutes after I get home, I am in the back of the house and my phone rings. I look at the caller id and see that it my son's girlfriend. It keeps ringing and I finally pick up the phone and Eric's girlfriend says "GO CHECK ON ERIC!" (This has happened once before where he was talking to a girlfriend and started having an attack and the girl hung up and called me back because he could not move...this time it was a different girlfriend and a much worse attack. )I throw the phone down and run into his room, and he is having an asthma attack and cannot breathe.
I have been scared in my life, but not like this. Here is a big ole 6'2" 16 year-old gasping and crying and coughing and curled into a ball. Not being able to breathe had caused a panic attack on top of the asthma attack, so his heart was pounding and his chest was tight like he was having a heart attack. I found his emergency inhaler, got him calmed down and able to breathe again, and it looks like he is going to be ok. He did get a little pissy with me when I scolded him for not using his Advair as he should every morning and not taking better care of himself. He is asleep now. Tomorrow I think I will schedule a doctor's appointment. He'll get even MORE pissy about missing basketball practice tomorrow afternoon. Oh, well!
I give up. I am going to bed now. Surely tomorrow will be better?
(I still cannot ride on my land... hunters are everywhere. I think a ride would help!)