Working another weak muscle

The writing muscle.  Apparently today is my spend time doing things except work day... at work.  :-)

I did deal with the morning work related meetings, have pondered emails, putzed on this project and the other... and now I have the yen to write.

I have a yen to do about 20 different things that don't involve working, and do involve time.  I have to work and I have no time... well; see, there is the naggle in my brain.  I have time, I can make the time but there are times I find myself just sitting and doing nothing constructive when I could be doing something that I want to do... I think I just sprained something in my frontal cortex. 

So --- you know me - I'm making lists. 

This week will be interesting - Carpool Buddy has a schedule that rivals Aunt Ing's on a bad week. So we're leaving early a couple of days (like 3 PM instead of 3:30) but that totally works for me.  I have an unplanned Rainbow thing tonight; we're doing a charity fashion show in a couple of weeks, and we're practicing walking in girl shoes and showing off clothes.  These kids are stiff as boards.  But I am sure at that age I would have done the same stupid thing... ah what old age gives you... the wisdom to just have fun.

Big news in our house is the major whoops my darling husband had on LuLu II this past Saturday.  He's 9/10's OK, some scrapes and boo-boo's and one majorly swollen right hand.  Thankfully he wiped out right in front of a fire station, EMT's saw the whole thing and ran over to check him out.  They told him he was smart because he was wearing his safety gear.  I was grateful.  I have also learned something about myself... when things go to pot, I go inside, I put my head down and plow through.  I didn't yell, cry or make a scene, I just got back to Maryland from DC dropped off Rainbow girls and went and got Bubba.  I knew he was Ok, he called, but until you don't see broken things everywhere you don't feel 100%.   I made sure he had ice for his hand, took care of dinner and lunches, and ensured he pumped some drugs.  Its probably the reason I forgot to call the  parental units and coordinate our vacation plans for October.   I also wanted noted I did not smack him in the back of the head and call him names... I seriously want credit for that one!

Sunday I was freaking wonder woman... up, tended to Shelby dog, made my breakfast, made Bubba's breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, make a grocery list, cut out coupons, went to yoga class, went shopping at Wally-world and the grocery store, came home, got things organized for the week ahead, made lunches, prepped dinner, ran the dish washer, gathered up and did the laundry, AND ran off labels and started to stuff the 300 lodge related envelopes.  I only grumped at Bubba once when I wanted to see the interview with Jerome Bettis during half time of the Steeler game... which they lost.  Pre-season but still didn't see much of a spark.

Any who... back to weak muscles... Friday saw me at the doctor's because I had a leg, calf pain for about a week that would not go away.... Doctor sees the words Breast Cancer and the follow up drug I'm on and whammo, Aunt Ing has to get an ultra sound because he thinks "clot"... I am thinking "muscle pull or rip".   Guess who was right??  Yep.  2 hours at the urgent care center Friday night because all the regular places are closed -- ultra sound done, all clear - we're good.  Ice and rest.  Thanks doc... some days I wonder.

And I spent part of Saturday and most of today in heels... yeah I'm a dork.  Who wants to wear pretty girl shoes.

My list of stuff I want to do is growing, and there is that list of stuff I have committed myself to do, and there is that list of stuff I have to do, and then there is that husband person, the fur-baby, oh yeah and learning new stuff for work, and looking around for a new job, and wondering when sleep fits into this equation.  I got a lot of stuff off my committed to list this morning, as it could be done via email.  The mailing for the lodge group, I plan to have that done by Wednesday with deliver to the right people Thursday.   I want a pedicure before I got to the beach - I do believe that will be a Wednesday event... shopping for snacks will probably be Friday or Saturday morning... I have to schedule again with the trainer and nag at the guy I want to re-do my bathrooms. 

And I have to nag at my hubby - regarding those bathrooms we will need to start to make some decisions. That will probably wait - if he's hurting he won't be in much of a mood to deal with anything.

Oh yeah and did I mention - reconstruction surgery?  I have no freaking idea when I'm going to cram that bit of foolishness into my schedule.  If Franken' Boobie didn't look so freaking freaky I would just bag the whole thing... but it looks weird and lumpy and I want it fixed.   See increased list of wants...

OK exercised that writing muscle... need to do more of that too... off to pretend to be productive today... work wise.