Stressed

I'm a bit stressed out. I know I should consider myself lucky. Two people I know are going through MUCH MUCH harder things than I am right now, but I'm still feeling stressed out. On Sunday, I ended up working a 15 hour shift because of something that happened at work. And Yesterday, I worked a 10 hour shift. Let's just say that I still LOVE my job but that working with the population I work with is hard work...emotionally and mentally. I'm exhausted. I called my doctor for refills on two of my prescriptions (the ones that help me sleep) and he wrote them all wrong. I tried to pick them up today and he had written the wrong dosage on both scripts. So, now, I have to wait even longer. My insurance can be cut off at ANY time now, so I needed to get those scripts filled ASAP. My daughter and my babysitter's 5 year old daughter totally destroyed a homemade classroom book from Ashelyn's class. I was so pissed and embarrassed to have to write to the teacher. That is the reason Andrew was given the key to my apartment, so he could put Ashelyn's book bag in my apartment because I KNOW that Ashelyn and her 5 year old friend would go through it and tear it apart. I'm absolutely humiliated. It's not like I can send in $20 and buy a new book. These children worked hard coloring and creating this book; they each had their own page. My head hurts, my chest hurts, and I'm absolutely exhausted. Grandparent's Luncheon is something that do at the kids' school and last year my Grama went to Andrew's luncheon with him and she can't this year, obviously so I'm worried about how Andrew will handle that. Both kids also start their Hospice grief groups this week. I'm worried about how they will handle that, especially Andrew. I pushed away the grief of my Grandmother's death long enough and it's starting to catch up with me. My mom simply mentioned her name today and I burst into tears. I guess what they say is true...if you don't let your body go through the grief process as nature and God intended, then it WILL catch up with you and it's staring to catch up with me now. It's been 4 months, but it still doesn't seem real. I know I'm being selfish in my whining and complaining about her death right now, but I can't help feeling what I'm feeling.