Back into it

Saturday was a     day
I am going to try getting back to a daily blog about my happenings and emotions. I will try not to miss any days, but with the holidays coming up, who knows what will happen.

Anyways, I had two shifts at the Humane Society. It was my week for front desk duty, 9-11:00 plus I switched a shift with the girl that does opposite Saturdays from me for surrender. I went home at 11, and then went home for a quick nap and then back by 2:00. The weather was horrible and the roads were pretty bad, but I made it easily with minimal slipping. I didn't take much more than 5 minutes longer to get there and back for the morning, and about 10 minutes for my afternoon shift.

My day was super boring. Because of the weather, I didn't have any surrenders but one. During the last ten minutes of my shift someone came in with a pair of rats, so I stood and twiddled my thumbs for 2 hours and 50 minutes. I checked my Plurk, Twitter, Facebook and email a few times here and there, which passed a little time. The time seemed to slow down and sometimes stop. I hardly help with laundry at home, why would I want to do laundry there? There was a load already dry and one in the washer and were ready to be switched. I reluctantly folded and skipped putting the next load into the washer.

This Saturday's surrender shift was probably the worst I have had to date and just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Since the weather was so bad I considered several time to tell them all I was leaving before it got any worse, but refrained. I have an obligation there, and who knows, they may need me for somthing important.

My daughter left Saturday morning to go spend some time at the inlaw's house. She will be gone until Wednesday, Christmas Eve when they come back to town for my FIL's usual Christmas Eve celebration. This means she will be gone four nights, five days, and I worry about her homesickness. She has a hard time being away from home for that amount of time, sometimes less. I expect a phone call every day, and maybe I will have to go pick her up early, which I wouldn't mind.

Husband and I had another conversation about Chris, my ex-boyfriend. Apparently, the last discussion Husband told me to stop all communication with him, but I didn't get it. I told him I would stop calling him at that time, but thought e-mail was ok. I have been emailing every day and have been watching the subject and tone. We have been talking about his divorce, so obviously he has other things on him mind than trying to flirt and cause issues. I seriously, honestly thought this was ok. Out of no where, Husband asked me what was going on with this, and I told him, this turned into an argument immediately. There is now a blanket-rule that ex-boyfriends are not ok, nothing to do with any of them for any reason. I wrote an email to Chris telling him that everything had to stop and I would not be calling or emailing him again, and wished the same of him. Husband was in such a state he almost asked me to cc: him on the email.

Things are still ok in our relationship, there is some wavering in the trust area, but things will work itself out with time.

I was anxious or depressed most of the day. So depressed that I am starting to think about quitting the Humane Society all together, and then nervous and anxious about the thoughts going through Husband's mind about the Chris situation and how and when things would smooth out.