Where To Begin?

This was not a good week. I don't know where to begin. I don't even know if I want to recount any of it or how much detail I want to reveal. Problems with social workers. Problems with my daughter. Problems with work. It all sucked this week.

A social worker knocked on my door a few days ago saying that a complaint had been filed by the nursing agency who takes care of my son. They arrived at my house and they thought my boyfriend had left him there alone (I was at work). He says he was there all the time and that he was in the driveway working on a car. I would like to believe that he wouldn't take off and leave him there for any reason, but now it boils down to who to believe, him or the nurse. I don't know how much trouble we could get in for this but this never should have happened and it looks bad all around. My gut feeling about this tells me that my boyfriend did NOT leave the house and is telling me the truth. Because I know that he really does care about my son and normally does an EXCEPTIONAL job taking care of him. I can gripe all I want to about how I hate the fact that he is so massively insecure, but he really does do a great job with all of my kids.

I don't really hate my job per se, but I am getting sick of it. I've had worse. I done harder things than this and felt more pressure and I've certainly had worse supervisors. It's just little things that add up. I can't tell if I do a good job or not. I don't know where I stand. I can't tell if I meet their standards for performance. I don't get positive feedback, and I don't necesarrily get negative feedback either. I want to apply for a promotion. But I don't want to seem utterly foolish for even thinking I could get that position because I am so reviled. I know I know I know. I should apply. They can just give it to somebody else and then I'll know I suck. Or... I could get the job and then I'll know that I am good enough. No guts, no glory. That's what I always say.