bleck.

i might be melodramatic, but i almost died last night.

long story short: boy wonder was supposed to get into o'hare at 11:17 p.m. i was already slightly miffed that he'd booked such a late flight since i was the one picking him up, but i couldn't wait for him to get back, so ultimately i didn't care.

longer story shorter: boy wonder's plane was delayed a little over 2 hours. yes. which put his arrival time at about 1:13 a.m. um. eff.

here is an abbreviated version of my night starting at the oh-so-godly hour of 1 a.m.:

- left the house
- encountered extensive construction and pouring rain (extremely uncalled for, Life - you know i'm not a fan of crazy highway driving anyway)
- hydroplaned a little
- took a wrong exit (damn confusing new traffic patterns)
- panicked; no gas stations open (by now it is coming on 2 a.m.)
- finally by some miracle found my way; paid an extra toll; damn #2 (or #512)
- hydroplaned some more in deathly narrow temporary highway lanes
- disregarded all normal traffic laws of speed and lane restrictions
- reached o'hare an insane mess
- picked up boy wonder in terminal 2
- drove home in the rain; dropped off jw (it was too late and we were too tired and i was too frazzled to bestow and receive the type of affection i would have liked to, so we said good night)
- dragged my stressed out ass to bed at 3:09 a.m.

oh my GOSHHH. and this was all after perhaps the most spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and socially challenging week of my year. i sang in a memorial service tuesday, emcee-ed a wedding reception saturday, and led worship on sunday for my church. you guessed it: i have nothing left.

mostly i feel like i've been forced to do all these intense things this week - on my own. no one sang with me at the funeral - in fact, my music director forced me to sing part of the song A CAPELLA. NOT COOL. and then boy wonder left on thursday, so i went to the wedding by myself and subbed in for him on sunday morning by playing the piano, singing, and leading the service and the band (which also includes choosing music, writing a Scripture reading, leading rehearsal, and coordinating setting up the stage, sound equipment, and 150+ chairs).

and now i got to work, and the lady who works downstairs' deadbeat husband just got a job, so she has to leave early to take care of their baby while he starts work (how does that make sense - i don't know). so on this rainy, tired day, when we don't have patients and all i wanted to do was leave early and only be here a couple hours, which was okayed by my boss, i have to go downstairs and cover for her (by myself) so she can leave. i covered on and off for 2 weeks while my other boss' mother passed away; GAAAAAAAAAAHH.

i'm happy to do it . . . i guess i'm just irritated because i feel like i've been covering everyone's butt for a long time, with hardly any resources, and the one time i was going to get to skip out, i can't. i'm frustrated and feeling maxed out and wanting to say, "no, i can't cover for you right now, i put my life on hold all the time to help everyone else!! when is it my turn to be covered?!" add to that the fact that i have to plan a going-away potluck for the nurse who quit who i don't respect at all - and it's monday, and i'm done.

i want to end on a positive note . . . um . . .

i am a crazy girl. and i'm crazy about that boy on the right.