It was a truly horrible weekend. Gah, where to begin…

One of the floor wax jobs we did, didn’t work out at all. The floor had so many coats of wax on it. No amount of stripper would remove it. We had to take razor blades to peel it up. Imagine peeling a sunburn on 2500 square feet. I popped my hip out of socket walking on the wet floor. In case you have never dealt with it, when you put stripper on a waxed floor it turns the wax into the equilvant of biscuit dough. I was stuck in the middle of the hall with nothing to hold onto. My legs were spread about as far apart from wach other as possible. Any movement on my part would cause me to flail wildly while trying to maintain my balance. Dan was finally able to work his way up to me to save me. He grabbed the back of my pants and lifted me off the floor dropping me onto the carpet. In the process he ripped the waistband from my jeans and I had about 10 hours of work left to go with jeans that would not stay on. We didn’t get the floor finished and will have to go back this weekend to finish it.

Another job we had to do required that the furniture be all up on the floor. This was at a gym for kids. The gym employees were responsible for moving all furniture. We get there and there are 2 large, oak church pews with a note that said they needed to be moved as well. So Dan and I had to move them. They were extremely heavy and awkward. Dan pulled his shoulder lifting them. But we got them moved. Overweight Janitors – 1/Athletic gym workers – 0

I went to see my Nana again to pick up the dog. He spends the night with her and has proved to be good therapy. She was aggravated and withdrawn. I left feeling very down and when I backed out of my parking spot I nailed a car. Downside is it was the visiting preacher. He seemed nice enough about me denting his car, but we will see if he files a claim or not. I was already upset from my visit with Nana, that pushed me over the edge. I bawled like a baby in front of a complete stranger. Hopefully this will get me the sympathy vote.

MIL kept Annie while we did one of our jobs. The damage report is one fall off the couch, one large bruise on forehead from who knows what, one scratch down her back from who knows what, a bad case of dirrehea from 3 slices of cheese, two cups of macaroni and cheese and two whole milk bottles (Sure, exactly what I would feed a child with a milk allergy – I had provided a carton of soy milk and a prepared dinner) Only one diaper was missing from her bag, in a 10 hour stretch so we are now fighting a diaper rash. When I got there to pick her up, she was bawling uncontrollably and her face was red and splotchy. She wouldn’t sleep the whole time we were gone and was just miserable. That’s the last time she will ever stay there.

As if hitting the preacher in the parking lot wasn’t bad enough. Last night as we were driving in the middle of nowhere to get to another account. I hit a deer. A white deer. I didn’t know they exsisted. Leave it to me to kill something rare and beautiful. Dan was following me in the truck so he saved me from having to put it out of its misery. The deer’s friend (probably its mother or something) was standing on the side of the road watching the whole thing. I believe I am now going to be targeted by the deer community.

I really don’t feel like I can deal with much more. The emotional stress of everything that is going on with me personally, the work load, etc. Dan and I decided to drop 3 problem accounts that we were personally taking care of. They called me every day with some kind of issue. (The buttons on the soda machine weren’t polished…argh) That will cut some time off of us and hopefully save us some stress. I am at the end of my strength. I have lost the energy to laugh it seems. I feel myself closing down, I just can’t deal with everything. It’s too much. Dan is trying to take as much as possible off of me. But even little things are getting to me. I am considering a vacation, just me, alone. I need to get away and find an escape to pull myself together.

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