Hypomanic

Okay, I'm about to vomit words out all over this page so get ready.

I have to go to work tomorrow, which is probably the worst idea ever. My head is not going to be there. I have a million things bouncing around. I drop Lu off at the vet for her dip in the morning before work. Then when she's ready I need to be able to leave work and pick her up and then go get Dex and their food and shot records and a cash payment and drop them off at the kennel. Then go back to work and finish the day. I have to go because the full time girl has the day off. After work I need to find something to eat and finish laundry and cleaning up the house. Then I need to pack and get ready to leave on Tuesday. The house needs to be cleaned because of Joe coming home this weekend, and in the event I don't make it back, he'll need a clean space to relax in before he returns to the woods. I'll go ahead and check in on my flights and print my boarding passes and then have everything ready to go. I also need to see if I have the sledding video from when we were kids up in PA. Pop would like that...if he can see the TV or know what's going on. I'll get to that in a sec. So pack, clean, run the dishwasher. Try not to miss my puppies (it's very weird when I'm here alone now). I must remember to pack my white noise machine, or I'll be a raging bitch and most likely Ari and I will get into a fist fight since we're sharing a bed there. So at some point tomorrow night I'll sleep. In the morning I think I'm going to utilize the shuttle service that runs between here and ATL. When I tally up gas plus parking plus potential AM rush hour traffic (in Atlanta) on Tues, I figure it's best just to ride in the van. Joe always does when he goes on trips. I will too. Speaking of him, my friend Sarah already has his keys in case I don't get back in time and will give him a ride home from post. If I nor Joe make it home, Sarah will pick up my pups Friday and take them home. Speaking of Friday, after everything I'm going to encounter in PA, I'm supposed to get back and work the next day. I've decided that tomorrow I'm going to tell my boss that I can't. And really it's a terrible idea to work. I'm going to be a wreck, and I know it. That's if I'm even back. I could end up staying for a funeral. I was told tonight that Pops is waiting for Arielle and I to get there before he dies. He's on oxygen all the time and has trouble with words. It got this bad in less than 2 weeks!! Shit! So anyway. This is some tough stuff, and even if I do make it home by the weekend, don't I need that time to be with my husband especially in light of everything that's been going on and the fact that I haven't been able to talk to him about it???!!! I believe these circumstances are extenuating. Am I wrong here? Am I wrong to tell my boss that there is too much going on and I will have a break down. Rumor mill be damned I am going to heal with my husband. You know they'll think I'm using my grandpa as an excuse. People are always talking. Bah.

Deep breath. If anything is jacked up in this blog it's because 1) I'm manic and 2) I cut my right index finger trimming tree branches today (because that's what manic people do).