Here we are at the end of the second week of the year already. Well, it’s actually passed by as I didn’t get this up until Sunday. But, shh. You’ll forgive me, right?
My peaks and valleys are intertwined this week. I don’t think I can pick them out and separate them like I usually do. So, I’ll just start telling you about the week and I’ll try and indicate (peak) or (valley) as I go along. If you’ve read “Dear Father God”, you can probably guess which day was the most difficult for me this past week.
Wednesday was my first day back to work after a year of maternity leave. Sure, I’d covered staff and agent holidays a few times over the last year, but it was always a temporary thing, and I wasn’t doing my usual work, I was covering for whomever was gone at the time. So Wednesday was a day of anticipation and a bit of trepidation. It was also the first full day the kids were at the new sitter’s.
The new sitter came highly recommended, but she was concerned with Nathan being so young and with having three other boys on Wednesdays that it just wouldn’t work out as a regular day and we might have to switch to another day with fewer kids.
As I left the house, leaving my babies behind, I was kind of waiting for a phone call that I needed to come get them because something would go wrong and Wednesdays just weren’t going to work.
But no phone calls. In fact, the first day back in the office was relatively uneventful. Well, there was an incident before lunch. It wasn’t work related, and I will respect the privacy of those involved by not sharing it here. Suffice to say the event left me feeling unwanted, abused, taken for granted and once again I felt the worst had been assumed of me prior to having all the details about the situation. At least it wasn’t anyone in the office, but it still rubbed me raw (valley).
I left the office after a productive day (small peak) and went to go pick up the kids. Again, for privacy, I won’t share the details, but the sitter sat me down and explained that it wasn’t going to work. After hearing her reasons why it wasn’t going to work, I did my best to hold it together and not suffer a complete breakdown on her couch. As I knelt to put Abby’s boots on, I felt my face flush warm with unwanted tears, but I am pretty sure I kept it in until at least half-way down the driveway to my car (big valley).
So I called my boss, my mother, and informed her that I wouldn’t be able to make it in the next day like we had originally planned because I suddenly didn’t have a sitter. There is a high demand for people to watch kids in this growing community, and wait-lists abound.
The events of the day, combined with the fact that my husband is away working out-of-town on a night-shift no less, were quite a bit much for me. And so when I prayed with Abby that night, I prayed for a miracle, believing – knowing – at the time that Tim wouldn’t be home for another 39 night shifts.
Later the next day, I discover that the company his employer is contracting for has once again changed their mind about how things will work and has opted to save some money. So, instead of making everyone work 40 straight days and having to pay double-time every week for the 7th day, they’ve changed it to a 13 and 1 again, saving them double-time every other week. Which means next Sunday should be a day that hubby is home (very large peak) and thus I have my miracle and hubby still has work.
And so I think that sums up the peaks and valleys of last week.
How did yours go? Is there anything I can pray with you or for you?
