So, today I decide it's finally time to return those W-A-Y overdue library books. Matt got sick right as the books were due, then my life fell apart, and truthfully, my chief library book tracker (Matt) could no longer remember where the books were hidden! Definitely one of the downsides of brain tumors . . . I've also been dreading this task because, well, Matt is my child who gets ecstatic at the thought of the library. I really didn't want to go at all, but knew I had to go face the music. I was feeling great this morning and was anxious to get a few errands run. At the library I proceeded to explain (generally) that my books were obscenely late, but that I had a good excuse. The librarian had to check with the head library guy, and he wanted me to come to his office. Apparently, they have had several people this week claim to have children in Primary Children's, and he thought I was another woman they had spoken to earlier this week. As he proceeded to look over my account and take off my fines, he agreed to waive them all if I would just pay $5. This was a kind thing to do and I had no problem writing a check. However, as I am writing, the tears just start and before I know it I am sobbing in this poor gentleman's office! As I am blubbering I worry that he'll think I am upset that I have to pay $5. That isn't it at all, the wave of emotion just hits me at the most bizarre times! I try to explain this to the man and he just hands me a tissue. So, then I have to weave my way through the (horribly crowded) library. The first day of story time was today and it was also voting day, so it was really crowded. I was so embarrassed. Luckily, there was a woman from my ward there who understood a bit about why I was melting down. She was so calm and walked me to the door. I'm sure everyone thinks I'm a lunatic, but, you just can't predict these things. For someone who considers herself usually pretty in control, these sudden losses of control are very disconcerting!
Some other signs and symptoms of my insanity:
Finding myself in Wal-Mart without a very important, um, foundation undergarment. I was totally dressed otherwise, including jewelry, I just forgot something important (especially for a woman who is 7 months pregnant)!
Missing the road to Wal-mart. Then, missing the road back home after I finished my shopping!
Taking my boys to the first day of school. Having long talks with both teachers and the principal and upon returning home having Warren look at me strangely and say, "did you know you have two totally different earrings in?" I did to - they weren't the same color, size, or style!
Driving home today I got clear to the canyon before it occurred to me that I had missed our street!
COMPLETELY losing it in the Verizon store. I am thankful I don't live in SLC because I can never go in there again. When Matt was in the hospital I was desperate for a new cell phone. My old one was completely worn out and kept cutting out on people. Verizon needed me to call my old provider and obtain my account number. When I was on the phone with my old provider they said they needed a picture ID. I totally lost it and started sobbing in the store. They were all very nice to me after that, Cingular did end up giving me the account number and the Verizon people were SO kind and helpful!
So, I suppose the lesson here is:
If you ever meet a woman whose son was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor, DO NOT ask her for picture ID or for a $5 check to get rid of any fines!