Sometimes I worry about you...

There's a saying that I used to use a lot that was "Sometimes I think everyone out there is crazy except for me and you...and sometimes I worry about you."  

That always makes me laugh because sometimes that's exactly what it seems like!

Today was a beautiful day.  Things could have gone so right!  Would have been a good one to have been home working in the yard or scrapbooking.  But, alas, I was at work.  I have actually been trying to make it home before dark more often, which helps.  

The reason that the above mentioned statement came to mind is because it was just that kind of day.  Tuesdays always tend to be a bit wacky because I do three larger groups in therapy plus an additional one or two individuals afterward.  Needless to say I am usually zapped by the end of the day.  Today was more stressful than usual because the conference room in my building, that I typically utilize for groups, was being used by the preschool book fair.  What?  So, my 30+ clients had to be transported a couple of miles down the road to another one of our office buildings that has another conference size room.  The logistics of getting 30+ adults with developmental disabilities together and moved t three different time frames to a different facility was a simple nightmare.  And it doesn't help when people (the ones I identified in my first paragraph as crazy) decide to tell ME how to do my job.  That would be the people making minimum wage in a job they obviously hate.  Now I'm not a snob about my education or my income...honestly....but it bugs me to death when someone like that decides that they know best what a client of mine needs!  Are you kidding?  One guy informed me, while standing and shaking his hands, that one of my clients was basically hanging by a thread with her behavior.

It was all just crazy.  

Fortunately, I had planned a lot of good therapeutic activities and discussion about how we communicate (funny about that) and so the sessions themselves went well.  One really fun thing was that I asked them who could give "good" verbal directions to making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?  Of course they all thought they could.  I told them I would make it EXACTLY how they told me.  It was too much fun as they realized what they were leaving out or not explaining clearly.   I think they got it.  

Maybe I should bring in their staff folks to teach them the same lesson about the importance of good communication.  Oh, nevermind....I'll just go ahead and worry about them.