Skyelines: A week from hell

Skye Kinkade

This is a week from hell. I say this for several reasons.

One – What with the Fourth and all, work has been crazy and I feel like pulling my hair out. I have three webinars to do in the next three days, and that, in itself, is highly stressful.

Two – it’s hot, and in Redding, where I am going at least two nights this week for Gage’s Little League All Stars games, it is going to be about 104 degrees. Lovely. And quite hell-like.

And the third reason why this week is clearly from hell – there is something WRONG with my STOMACH. It feels like someone is stabbing me with a machete in my guts.  I’ll spare you the details.

Ulcer? Or something less glamorous, I don’t know.

I told my mother I think I have a perforated bowel. She said I’m being ridiculous.

Regardless of what exactly is happening in my stomach, it hurts, and is making my highly stressful, jampacked week a trillion times more stressful.

And it better resolve itself by Saturday, because I am departing for Chicago, where I will be spending a full day and a half all by myself, experiencing all the city has to offer before attending a journalism symposium on Monday and Tuesday about the effects of the economy on mental health.

Because I need a break for my own mental health.

While I am super excited about my trip, I must complain about this: who has time to pack and prepare, grocery shop for the family I’m deserting and actually spend time with them before it’s time to leave when you are traveling to the gates of hell (Redding) every single night for baseball games?

Now, I know I could simply not attend Gage’s games. Be a responsible mom by going grocery shopping, preparing some frozen-in-advance meals for my husband to pop in the oven while I’m gone, calmly pack my suitcase and research exactly what I want to do while in the Windy City.

However, how could I miss an intense game of baseball? I simply can’t bring myself to do it.

So, I’ll be stressed to the max right up until Saturday, when that plane lifts off – at 6:30 a.m. in Sacramento – to enjoy a vacation.

ONE?THING?TO?ADD: I was just informed that someone has written the words “poop, poop, poop!” on my car’s dusty back window. I’m not sure how long I’ve been driving around that way, but seriously, Gage. How embarrassing.