So, I got home from work today and told my husband that I really needed some time to decompress. He asked, “Did you have a bad day at work?” It’s hard to explain that I actually felt like I had a pretty productive day so it was the same kind of “bad” as he is thinking of. I was carrying a caseload with a person on a 72 hour hold, a new mom that tested positive for meth, another pregnant person at risk for miscarriage, a family trying to come to terms with the fact that their mother probably has some form of dementia, and other assorted problems that were of varying degrees of severity.
So, that’s a lot to deal with and then the fact that I’m not going to be working tomorrow is the reason I really need to have some time to decompress. Having to let go and let things taking their course while I’m gone is difficult. And needing to be present for my children tomorrow is very important. So, I’m taking some time to decompress so that I can enjoy my day with my boys. I need to be able to focus on them and not have my mind at work wondering what is going on with my caseload while I’m gone.
