last wednesday started off with a bang. literally.

i ran the passenger side view mirror of my car into the garage.  i saw that i was going to do it and tried to fix it to no avail.  i'm not so good with a stick shift in an emergency.

so after i screamed and beat my fists onto the steering wheel i tried to call hubby for some help - only to hear his cell phone ringing inside the house. commence cursing.  i left a message with the babysitter for husband to come home.  then i called my mom.  and cried.

it was the end of a LONG weekend - j's installation, family, halloween - and i was at the end of my rope.  ainsley seemed to be getting a cold, james was feeling bad and i was swamped with work.  so i pitched a fit and cried.  talked about the list of things that were stressing me out. said 'it can't get much worse'.

cut to 8 hours later standing in the er with j. don't ever test the gods.

long story short - james is fine.  he is diabetic (much to our surprise). 4 days in the hospital and a couple of days recovery and we're both back at work.  yet those 4 days were surreal. in these situations i'm either the one in the hospital bed or the professional there to offer support.  i've not spent much time as the 'concerned spouse'.  especially with a man who hadn't been hospitalized since his birth. (actual conversation: i'm thirsty and i'm out of water. push the call button. NO! i don't want to disturb the nurse. j, that's what its THERE for)

7 days later j has bounced back, is ready for work, feels better than he has in a while.  ainsley seems to have kicked her cold and has been having a bang up time with grammy and her new lil md kit - checking everyone's blood pressure and dispensing shots a bit zealously. maggie is not a fan.

i'm more exhausted than before with 4 days worth of work on my desk and night meetings all week.  not sure whether to laugh or to cry.

:)