I wish I had time to write a long, chatty post. Can't. I have to go rush around like a chicken with its head cut off. A couple quick notes, though. I can relate to the frustration with Mom-nipulation. Can't say I never use it, though. I can also relate to the constant, constant rush caused by other people's inflexibility. Yesterday is a case in point for me. Despite the fact that I chose where to live based on the fact that DS is eligible to take the bus but could, in a pinch, walk home if he had to, he refuses to walk or take the dang bus. ("Mom, the kids on the bus can't be trusted." "Mom! I can't walk that far with my heavy back pack!") I understand his rationale (mostly) so I pick him up from school every day after work. This works out fine most days, even though EVERY DAY I have to leave work on the dot of 4:45 and don't have the flexibility to even stop for a quart of milk, before picking him up, because DS could get reprimanded for being on school grounds after the cut off time. But yesterday, no. Things didn't work out. Yesterday, a coworker asked me (at the last minute) to fill in for her and do training from 2:00 - 4:30. No idea what she was doing. I just know that it was her or me and she "couldn't" do it so I "couldn't" say no. (Don't even get me started on the fact that I do not do training unprepared. I just don't do it.) From 12:00 - 2:00 I dropped everything I had planned for the day to throw together training materials. Grrr. Then training. At 4:30, when training ended, my clueless manager insisted that I complete my employee evaluation write-up. Never mind that it was already a day late, that I had given him my password so he had access to the electronic document, and that by complete, he meant change the writing style from mine to his. So at 4:30 (when I'm supposed to leave at 4:45) I'm changing "in addition to other responsibilities" to "along with other responsibilities." I kid you not. I'm fairly sure I did a crappy job and couldn't possibly care less. Out of the door at 4:55. A miracle. Into rush hour traffic which gets exponentially worse every minute past 4:45, which is why I leave at 4:45. Meanwhile I'm sweating bullets that DS is going to get written up or, worse, think I forgot to pick him up. (This is still traumatic, even when you're fifteen.) And DS picked yesterday to forget his phone, so I couldn't call him. When I got to the school, DS was fine, btw. Okay. So bottom line, my day would have been fine and dandy if not for the poor planning and/or inflexibility of others. But, at the end of the day, I am the only one who ended up stressed to the max. Sadly, this is a pretty typical scenario for me.