Stress Makes you do Stupid Things
Well it's been a really long week - and it has nothing to do with Christmas. Well maybe something but not what you're thinking. We just spent the past two weeks visiting our parents in Florida and saying some painful goodbyes. We returned home to clean the house and empty our offices. The countdown was on and we had just seven more days to finish everything up. Then it happened....First our working permit didn't come through so our flight had to be postponed. Of course now we have no tree, cookies, or decorations, but we anticipated that already and decided not to let us be bummed out. Just having our kids home would be pleasant enough.
But from there my week just got worse...our Japenese Encephalitis shots has caused a major payment dispute between our insurance company and the doctor, neither one offering to reimburse the costs which are currently on our credit card - guess who that leaves - us! And let's just say we could pay a nice house mortage with that amount of money. Then the upholstery cleaning company that was to shampoo a braided rug and a sofa and chair increased their cost by a mere $350.00. Again I could just buy a new rug for that costs. Then the rented machines were out of soap - I guess everyone is cleaning house for the holidays.
By this time I should have just called it a day, but did I, no of course not. Then I went to the office and picked up my final paycheck (it is the Friday before Christmas don't forget)! I came home pulled it apart and put the stub in the file box for taxes right away so I wouldn't lose it and then proceeded to shred my direct deposit statement part of the check only to remember an hour later that I no longer have direct deposit. I had just shredded my REAL paycheck! If it hadn't all happened on just one day, I'd probably cry - but by now I'm beginning to realize that this "leaving stress" makes you do really stupid things-regularly!
Of well, God is still God! Hopefully I can get a new check before our plane leaves!
Have a wonderful Christmas! Ours will be vastly different this year, but the reason for celebrating is still the same.
Love, Marcia