The Scoop

So here's the deal - N & I had a great time on vacation last week, visiting family in New England and making a couple quick stops in New Brunswick. We capped off our vacation by unexpectedly helping my parents move. Their move was expected. Our late-night involvement in the move was not. Monday was a very long and intense, but fruitful, staff meeting at non-profit job, and that night was a family birthday party. Tuesday, I found out that the unborn child of a client has a fatal defect. I locked my keys in the car because I was so distracted by this. Once I got in my car again (thanks to my MIL) I was off to help N's family get packed up, as they are heading to West Africa for a month, tomorrow. Tuesday night, just as we were getting ready for bed, I got a call saying the alarm system had gone off at my non-profit workplace so I had to go in and deal with that. We got there (on an 'empty' tank of guess no less!) only to find out it was a false alarm, and they just didn't bother to call me back and tell me (which is a pain, because it meant 30 minutes of driving each way). I found out by email on Wednesday am, that later Tuesday evening, a young adult jumped off the roof of the building and is in critical care. He was not connected to the non-profit, just liked the look of our building I guess??

Wednesday - phew - was a lovely reprieve, as we took in the Canada Day festivities in our small town.

Today was a busy day at work, as I tried to juggle the various groups who use our hall, to make room for a group who really wants to use the hall, and who we really want to partner with. There is a pile of errands that MUST be completed today (things like renewing the plates on my car and putting my paycheque in the bank), then tonight we are supposed to be at N's parents house, to get the rundown on things before they leave (I'm supposed to be the contact person for emergencies, we're taking the family dog to live with us for a month, and we're the back-up help for the people looking after their house). At the same time, we are supposed to be helping my parents move a 12ft x 4ft solid oak table out of their old house and into their new house.

Okay, I've vented sufficiently, and a thunderstorm is rolling in, so I have to go.
Thanks.