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Crapper Day
Nov. 24th, 2008 09:13 pmI had five visits scheduled today. With the exception of one, all of them are regularly occurring, same day and time, week after week. Out of five visits, I completed one. The first one. #2 was cancelled, #3 was a no-show, #4 was cancelled, and #5 was answered by the dad to tell me that the mom and the kid were out shopping. GREAT. I scrambled for a lot of the day to tag along on visits with other people to salvage some of my productivity. But I hate doing sneak-attacks on parents just to help my billing.
I then found out, completely by accident, that I am running the intakes/evaluations tomorrow. Usually this is done by the intake coordinator (lots of paperwork) but she is apparently otherwise occupied tomorrow. I found this out by looking at the intake/eval schedule book. Like, where her initials usually are, mine were in their place. Maybe would have been nice to know... on top of that, the physical therapist will not be attending the first evaluation. Which means I'll be doing the intake coordinator's job, the physical therapist's job, oh, and hopefully mine, too.
I also took Punk to the pediatrician at 7pm tonight. (They are open late on Mondays.) She just hasn't been quite right since she had her puke fest last Monday and needed a once-over. He thinks what I think - that her digestive system is still a little tender from being sick, and has also re-aggravated the reflux, and to ride it out. She also tripped over something in the exam room and thwacked her head on the bench. Ugh. Between that and being tired because 7pm is bedtime, oh, the screams.
We got home around 7:40 and I got her all into bed and asleep by 8pm. Now we'll see what the later bedtime means. Her sleep has been exceptionally crap lately and I fear that she will wake up as early as she has been (before 6) even with the later bedtime and thus be exhausted.
I feel really invisible at home, like I'm just a series of functions instead of an actual person with feelings and dreams and needs. And that I'm just set up for failure all the time. Before I went to the pediatrician, I told Jen I would pick up her prescription from the pharmacy but she said she didn't need it until tomorrow. I said I wouldn't be able to get it tomorrow. And then I got home and she asked if I had gone to get the prescription since I wouldn't be able to get it tomorrow. But of course I didn't pick it up when I was told not to - and now I feel like a giant heel for not getting it. And all of the million other things I never do right, or at the right time, or in the right way, or whatever.
Basically, I'm just a gigantic failure of a person at home all the way around. Tomorrow after what hopefully will not be a work day of epic fail, I will pick up Ms. Punkin Pie from child care and bring her home and do the evening without Jen, who will be working. Hopefully that will work out because at the very least, Punk tends to think I'm pretty freaking cool and do okay.
I then found out, completely by accident, that I am running the intakes/evaluations tomorrow. Usually this is done by the intake coordinator (lots of paperwork) but she is apparently otherwise occupied tomorrow. I found this out by looking at the intake/eval schedule book. Like, where her initials usually are, mine were in their place. Maybe would have been nice to know... on top of that, the physical therapist will not be attending the first evaluation. Which means I'll be doing the intake coordinator's job, the physical therapist's job, oh, and hopefully mine, too.
I also took Punk to the pediatrician at 7pm tonight. (They are open late on Mondays.) She just hasn't been quite right since she had her puke fest last Monday and needed a once-over. He thinks what I think - that her digestive system is still a little tender from being sick, and has also re-aggravated the reflux, and to ride it out. She also tripped over something in the exam room and thwacked her head on the bench. Ugh. Between that and being tired because 7pm is bedtime, oh, the screams.
We got home around 7:40 and I got her all into bed and asleep by 8pm. Now we'll see what the later bedtime means. Her sleep has been exceptionally crap lately and I fear that she will wake up as early as she has been (before 6) even with the later bedtime and thus be exhausted.
I feel really invisible at home, like I'm just a series of functions instead of an actual person with feelings and dreams and needs. And that I'm just set up for failure all the time. Before I went to the pediatrician, I told Jen I would pick up her prescription from the pharmacy but she said she didn't need it until tomorrow. I said I wouldn't be able to get it tomorrow. And then I got home and she asked if I had gone to get the prescription since I wouldn't be able to get it tomorrow. But of course I didn't pick it up when I was told not to - and now I feel like a giant heel for not getting it. And all of the million other things I never do right, or at the right time, or in the right way, or whatever.
Basically, I'm just a gigantic failure of a person at home all the way around. Tomorrow after what hopefully will not be a work day of epic fail, I will pick up Ms. Punkin Pie from child care and bring her home and do the evening without Jen, who will be working. Hopefully that will work out because at the very least, Punk tends to think I'm pretty freaking cool and do okay.
