Overwhelmed

Remember when I talked about life being made up of the little moments, not necessarily the colossal happenings? Well, it seems that all of my tiny moments have collided to make for one big lump of overwhelming pressure.

And I am not sure where to start explaining, so I'll start with what is pressing most on my heart. Cynical's grandmother is nearing the end of her life and even though this has been a slow and painful process for her and all of those that love her, it's still very difficult; and it's so very sad to watch that family lose someone they cherish so dearly. We'll visit her this weekend and hopefully those moments will be something to hold onto.

Suffice to say that work is probably the most stressful it has been since a day long ago (at a previous position) when I seriously considered the merits of living on the streets.

Next week our bathroom will be torn apart and rendered unrecognizable, which is a good thing in the long run, but in the short term, let's not forget it's our only bathroom. That will make life more complicated and next week I need life to be simple and easy.

You see, next week not only marks Cynical's 34th birthday (fun all around), but also a scheduled date with stress: a meeting that promises to be harrowing at the least.

Mix in several social engagements* that I agreed to long before I knew we'd be sponging off in the living room (only kidding), experiencing what are sure to be the intestinal after effects of said meeting, and preparing for a very, very long working weekend.

Top that off with two very sticky and frustrating family situations and you get what I suspect will be probably a week we'd rather not relive (save the social stuff.)

Whining won't do me any good, but venting did relieve some of the internal pressure. However, I'd advise staying as far away from Chez Ragged and its inhabitants as possible until mid-March, enter at your own risk.

*Including a baby christening with friends living far, far away; the viewing of a play performance by a friend's kids; dinner plans and something else I have already forgotten.