Tuesday for Baby Bug and me

I think Baby Bug and I have survived the dreaded Tuesday. It wasn't easy for either of us! It started this morning. My shift starts at 10:30, and a co worker was nice enough to pick me up. She starts at the same time. We didn't discuss what time she would be picking me up, other than she would text me when she was on her way. That's cool. From my place to work, with traffic it would take at the most 30, maybe 40 minutes. At the most. Usually closer to 20 minutes. So in my head, I'm thinking if she picks me up sometime between 9:15 and 9:30, that would get us there in time to get settled in, and start work at 10:30. Apparently she had a different idea. I get a text at about 8:30, saying she's on her way. Then another text about 8:45 that she's downstairs waiting for me. Really? 8:45? OK. I sadly lock Bug in the bedroom with her food, water, and litter box, and tell her goodbye. We get to work at about 9:10, an hour and 20 minutes before we have to start!! So there I am, wasting time at work, when I could have spent another 30 minutes with Bug. Ok. Deep breath. I'm an adult, she did me a big favor and in my head, I know that Baby Bug is safe. So, we start work. I can't remember the last time we were so busy! Calls holding all day until a 10 minute break at about 6:15, then it starts up again. But, on the bright side, it did keep my mind off my girl. So after work, I check my messages. There's a message from my landlord. During the painting, they put new doorknobs on the doors, and the lock on my door was so old, they couldn't line it up with the new doorknob. So guess what? They rekeyed my apt. It is now after 7:00pm, the office closes at 5:00. So I leave a message on the emergency maint number saying that I just got off work and that I would be home between 7:30 and 8:00. So during the drive home, I'm checking my messages. Nothing. So, then I'm hoping that the maint guy will be waiting for me at my apt. When I got home, no maint guy, and no msg. Only Baby Bug crying at me thru the window. Can my heart break any more? Turns out it can, because when I wasn't coming inside to her, Bug tried to squeeze thru the window to me, and got her head stuck for an awful minute or so. I kept thinking, I can't do anything for her, since I can't move the window. Thank God that she was finally able to free herself!! Talk about feeling totally useless!! So now, the adult side of me is nowhere in sight. The only thing I want to do is get inside my apt. I call my friend Dave's house to see if he can come break into my apt (which he's been able to do before). But his wife lets me know that he's camping. So she calls another friend Matt to see if he could come help. So while I'm waiting for Matt to call, the maint guy comes (FINALLY!) with my new key. I got into my apt, let my friends know how thankful I am for them, and that life is good again. I let Baby Bug out, and she of course yelled at me, then proceeded to check out the entire apt to make sure that everything is back to normal. I have a feeling it was a pretty stressful day for her too, since I found 2 spots in the bedroom where she threw up, and she's thrown up again since I've been home. She's restless, and can't seem to relax. Normally, she will settle in on my lap after work. Tonight, she's been jumping up, staying for just a few minutes, then she jumps off again. She still seems to be checking everything out. I am so thankful for friends who were willing to come help, and that Bug and I have the next 2 days off to recuperate from today!