The trouble with holding it all together as well as I have is that, like in an off-shore oil rig with shaky maintenance history, the pressure builds until it finds release.
Which it did, this morning.
In my boss's office.
It's been a long time since I've had a job that brought me to tears (non-profit theatre companies, I'm looking at you), and this morning could have been a singularly mortifying experience. Instead, my boss was amazingly cool and insisted that I go home and take time to re-fuel. Which was really kind of unbelievable given the current workload.
Dad had a rough weekend brought on by an adverse reaction to Amoxicillan. His tummy finally had settled down by Sunday and today he even ate a little. But tonight he's vomiting again and the feelings of helplessness that I had partially beaten back (by folding laundry, naturally) are right up front and center again.
Boss, if you're reading, I may cry in your office again tomorrow. Just a friendly warning.