Week of crazy

Almost over. The week of craziness is almost over. If I'm still blogging on Monday, I survived.

Part of the reason for this craziness is my kids. My advice to anyone thinking of having children is to do it. They make your life so much more challenging. I mean, working is certainly brain energizing, but it rarely puts you in the position of maintaining your sanity without alienating the ones you love (although I have had jobs that were very close). 

Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a phobia of doctors, hospitals and anything medical. I will do anything to avoid these situations, in fact, I always made my husband take the kids to the clinic. In the last 6 months, my children have made it virtually impossible to avoid medical institutions. So, spending a day at the hospital (sorry, health centre, call it what you want, it's still the same animal) waiting for my youngest son to have his second cardiac ablation was not my idea of fun. That was Tuesday.

My oldest son decided that I wasn't spending enough time worrying about him so he went snowblading and broke his wrist. This involved an afternoon in a waiting room with seriously ill, and most likely contagious, people hoping to see a doctor. With a grumpy teenager in pain. Seriously entertaining.

What's made this week really crazy was my birthday gift from Torstar Digital. I got a call telling me that I had won two wristbands for the Canadian Music Festival which meant that I got to see some truly talented up-and-coming artists. Of course, my oldest son immediately claimed them as his own then proceeded to take a week's vacation from his job and plan out his concert schedule. We did share the opening night concert which ended just before 1a.m. and proved to me that I couldn't do this every night/morning. That was Wednesday.

Thursday was a blur. Six hours of sleep leaves your brain cells seriously lacking, not to mention the fact that I had walked 3km in the cold, wet rain in shoes meant for a job interview. Shin splints hurt. I still managed to stay largely coherent through two phone interviews but I was ready to drop by 10. I'm just not a party animal any more.

By Friday, I was in a groove, so I kept my schedule going strong all day. And now it's Saturday. I'm just waiting for my son to finish working so we can take off for Toronto and another night of rocking at CMW. And springing ahead. 

I think I'm definitely going to need a day of rest.