I still have 5000 things to do to get ready for this weekend-o-Bubba. But Aunt Ing has had a rough week, cakes that went flat, two perfect job offers, and having to make a freaking decision, my office mate officially retiring, writing out what to tell my government boss that I'm outta here too, and oh yeah brunch for 30.
I decided that I needed a manicure more than I needed that hour to get brunch stuff ready.
Vanity thy name is Aunt Ing.
So, my plan today is putz for the required number of hours, get a manicure, shop, cook, change and go to dinner, come home, get ready for invasion number 1, probably more cooking, and go to bed and die.
Saturday and Sunday will be rinse, repeat, Monday I am not getting out of my pj's until I have to take Shelby to the vet.
We are taking Shelby twice a week for laser treatments to help her bone heal better and faster. The doctor called Bubba and apparently talked him into it. So now twice a week, so goes and gets laser-ed. She's bionic and now radioactive - one slip-up away from Marvel comic side kick.
BTW - based upon the stock market I will be working until I'm dead - I will be sleep deprived until then. Just shoot me.
I must confess I am 1/10 of a snafu away from completely losing my cool with all this. I just feel like I don't have a rope around it all and its all going to come crashing down around me - Bubba is going to be his usual understanding and wonderful self and I am just going to lose it completely. I know! I know like I know my name something isn't going to meet his approval and he's going to lose his cool over me and I will snap like a twig in a drought. Film at 11. Enjoy.
Sigh.
I need to remind myself that the month of January is 15 days old, in that time I have completed a complete audit of the Girl's group checkbook, ensured that the parent saw the updated reports and got those printed and organized. I then updated then 2016 checkbook to ensure I didn't have to do that again next year... I also ran off all my reports, got those done, got the checks written correctly and got all my paperwork in on time - AND walked another adult through their report as well. I have completed the Ladies group checkbook, that is done monthly, attended the meeting, got that deposit tended and to the bank. Got the girls group annual ad book stuff put together, emailed and snail mailed to the powers that needed it. I didn't get our usual boosters but there are only so many hours in a day and days in a weekend. OH yeah - and I shopped, prepped and kept organized a luncheon for 50 brothers - with two shifts of helpers!
Not to mention, grocery shopping for the day to day stuff, an interview on Tuesday and making sure the dog has what she needs - including a trip to the vet-surgeon, picking up drugs for her, Bubba, calling and nagging my doctor to get my prescription refiled so I can stop having my own personal summers when it's least convenient.
Someone send me a spa day -- well I did get a massage Wednesday night. I need another one - for about 6 days.
Up side, job decision was made, told the gov boss today, and things are in motion. So that's settled. Now I have to tell the team - next week.
Now it's just a matter of, coordinating my office mate's retirement party, submitting our checks for the various things we've got on the calendar - including a dinner and wine tasting, a Ladies Group Luncheon where I just found out I am escorting someone and must dress formally... then that whole sprint to the state convention in early March - where I am the adult advisor to the kid who is running the whole show this year. Oh and to add to the fun -- her father is a flaming a-hole and will be a complete joy to work with... NOT.
I have an hour to kill at work. I'm going to clean off my desk - and fight the urge not to crawl under it and suck my thumb.
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