The Very Long Week

Last Friday I was surprised by a call from the current foster mom.  Next thing I know, I'm scheduled to have company for a week - from Sunday to Sunday.  Sunday night Jenna was dropped off at my home.  Monday morning she woke up with pink eye.  So I worked from home Monday and Tuesday.  Wednesday I had barely gotten into the office when I got called by the school.  She had calmed down by the time I got there, so I went back to work.  That night I found out from an Orkin man that my attic is the warmest room in my house and I have practically no insulation up there.  Thursday I had to leave work early to pick up Kiddo.  Hearing that the longer we sat on the steps pouting the less chance there was of going to rehearsal motivated movement and the rest of the day went fine.  Friday we were at the doctor again for an infection on her fingers, and other maladies.  The rest of the day went fine...maybe even normal.  Saturday was fine - even good as "I don't like..." and "I'm not eating that" turned into nodding when I asked if she wanted more.  Today was more or less okay.  We ate leftovers for lunch.
Almost every night for the last week (or longer), I have worked an hour or more from home.  Add rehearsals, and daily activities...I'm exhausted...and curious as to the level of sanity I possess.  And yet, I continue to survive to survive another day...Maybe one of those days I will take a nap...preferably somewhere warm.  Have you seen the weather report for Lincoln?  Brrrr!  No wonder my body hurts!