when the dam bursts

well, you all know that i had a craptastic week last week. and on thursday, my parents found out too.

on the way home from work that night, i called to talk with my mom, as i am known to do when i need to hash out work related stuff. but that night, dad answered the phone. poor guy, he had no idea what was about to hit him. granted, i didn't plan to verbally massacre the poor guy's ear, but that's what ended up happening.

my daddy is a sweet soul of a man. talking to him on the phone always makes me happy. he gives verbal hugs, if that makes any sense. well, when he asked me how i was doing, i just up and lost it. the waterworks started, the f bombs were dropped in rapid succession and i started to go hoarse by the end of the my vent.

and my dad was there every step of the way. he listened, acknowledged and gave a piece of his mind in regards to how i was being treated. the verbal hug was huge this time. i ended up apologizing i don't know how many times to him at the end of the conversation. when he passed me over to mom i heard him say "you have a very upset girl on the phone".

mom got to hear the summarized version of what i told my dad. now, she's the type that if you mess with her kid, she wants to go and do some verbal massacre-ing of her own. i know she'd love to sit down my employers and ream them. and while it would be interesting to watch, that's for me to do or not do. but i always appreciate that mom's got my back! oh, and by the way mom? thanks for calling and checking in on me the next day. that was very sweet and gave me a little extra energy for the day.

i should have listened to her one bit of advice though. she told me that i should call in sick on monday (today) and just let them try to handle dealing with their own kids. i laughed it off, but when i woke up this morning with my sinuses raging and my throat parched and achy, i thought about it. i came in anyway, only to see that grandma next door was actually out of town for the day. imagine if i would have called in!? just that thought alone of the chaos that would have gone down made me feel a bit better.

a word of advice to anyone reading: if you are not a nanny but know of one who may need to vent, let them. you may not be able to relate, but just being willing to lend an ear when they need it is more than enough. if you are a nanny and you are keeping any stress tucked away inside, come here and vent to me. get my email and send me your frustrations. start a blog. but whatever you do, don't bottle it up. it's not healthy for your mind or our body, not to mention that if you hold it for too long, you are bound to burst. and not always at the most appropriate time. is that a deal?