and I thought I was having a bad day!

My insides are all scrunched up, and I can't work out how I'm going to manage my nursing job while looking after a little boy who is in an unsafe situation in the evenings, who has a tendency to scream on and off for a couple of hours when he comes here, plus every thing else I do.

As I cleaned my teeth this morning I worked on relaxing my body, thinking calm thoughts, unscrunching the scrunching... and then the phone rang.

I was greeted by an elderly lady with a wavery voice, in something close to a state of panic:

I can't come in today, I've slept in, my alarm didn't go off and I've just woken up and I'm not going to make it, and, and, and...

When she finally paused for breath I kindly advised her that (to make matters worse) she must have the wrong number but I hoped things worked out better for her. Then I hung up and laughed. We're all just little ants running around like crazy, stressing ourselves out over this or that! My problems, your problems, her problems... let's keep them in perspective hey?! And stop taking life so seriously!

A fitball class helped rid me of some of the angst too. I love fitball. It's hilarious, all these women bouncing around doing ridiculous things on a rubber ball. But it feels great.