The day after
Christmas, which was busy enough in itself, I rushed back to work where I
discovered we had 8 staff members absent. We only total 15 staff in all, so for
8 to be out is HUGE! Of course, 4 of those were on planned vacations, one had
asked for the day off the past Saturday, but 3 got unexpectedly sick. No matter
what, it left us VERY short staffed! It was a hectic start to the workweek,
especially when I didn’t feel like coming in either. I needed to rest after the holiday too, but that’s
the nature of the beast as someone has to be there to take care of the kiddos
of those who don’t get a holiday break.
Unfortunately, the week didn’t get much better, as I never really caught
up, continuing to fill in for sick staff members and just getting further and
further behind in my usual job. This is
all in addition to stresses in my personal life concerning the future custody
of my children, which ramped up this week too. It’s not something I mention
often in the blog because it is such a personal matter, but I’ve been in
mediation with my ex since the summer over what’s in the best future interests
of our boys (since their dad’s job officially moved back to the states in
July), and I can only hope and pray that God’s will be done regarding who they
will live with and where in the very near future. For now, they are here with
me and their dad on the same island, so I am thankful for that. They do not have to suffer with being away
from either parent, and my husband and I do not need to suffer either by being
separated from them for long periods of time and over many, many miles. We miss them during the 2 weeks a month they
are at their dad’s house, but because the island is very small, we often get to
catch up with them here or there at various community and school events, so we
are not completely deprived of regular contact with them even during those 2
weeks. At any rate, by Friday (when I
had already scheduled to work a ½ day, so the boys and I could enjoy a few day
up on Roi), my mind was full and my body was tired, ready for a break. The boys
and I had been over in the school age classrooms for the morning, and as we
headed back, I asked the kids to get on their bikes and head to dad’s to pick
up a couple of things they had left over there and needed to pack for the
trip. I went to the office to finish up
for the day. My oldest son came in and told me his brother’s bike had been hit,
and the tire was bent in half. Thank
goodness it was still parked, and my son wasn’t on it, but this was the last
straw for me. I broke down; I admit
it. I didn’t know what to do. Now my
son’s bike was useless, and we needed to get home, eat lunch, finish packing,
and then head to the terminal to catch our flight. I didn’t have time or the
energy to have to file a police report, etc…My overreaction and tears just
confirmed to me how much I needed a break from my regular life. So, here we are up on Roi, not doing much,
but enjoying every minute of it. We head
back to Kwaj tomorrow in hopes of spending New Year’s Eve at the Fun Run event
at midnight and settling back into our own beds. I don’t know what 2013 holds
for my family, but I know God’s in charge. I hope it will start off less hectic
than the last week of 2012, but if it’s doesn’t, I’ll deal with it as it
comes. It’s like my son said to me on
the way home from my office after his brother’s bike had been hit, and he had
seen my tears of frustration from a difficult week, “you know what my Sunday
School teacher told us the other day? God will never give you more than you can
handle.” He’s right, but I have to say,
sometimes it feels like He’s given me too much, and that’s when it’s time to
take a deep breath, let go, and get away. Thank God for the wonderful people
and island of Roi. I always feel welcome, loved, and genuinely cared for when
we arrive, and I wish I could find a way to give back to them even a little of what
they have given to my family over the years. For now, all I can give is my thanks
and good wishes for a happy New Year, Roi Rats! J
2 comments:
Love Zach's reference to what he learned in Sunday School. You're doing lots of things right, Susannah! Love you, Mom
Thanks, Mom! Love you too...
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