Had my first brush with Bipolar Crap at work. I lost my beaded lanyard. The one that took me two weeks to bead. I didn't lose the name tag or security card or key-- they fell off. So I was just missing the decorative part of my work-related identification.
This caused me to go into a tailspin. Didn't want to go to work. Didn't want to teach. But I did.
Told my 6th graders first hour that I needed their help because I was not at my best. Requested that they be at their best. What I actually told them was, "You were not at your best yesterday with the level of noise and the disrespect that I heard. Today I am not at my best, so I need your help to make things run more smoothly." They stepped up, which was awesome.
Second hour (prep) I paced around in circles in an empty room and cried for just a bit. And texted spouse who told me that everything would be fine and that we would find it.
I told my co-worker that I was irrationally freaking out about the missing lanyard. She was very understanding and related-- everyone has lost something that is important to them. This helped too.
I managed to calm down and teach the remainder of the day without obsessing about the damn lanyard.
Then on my way out the door at the end of the day I found it. In the zippered pocket of my coat. Where I had put it so that it wouldn't get lost.
Quaker, teacher, parent,