Bubba's birthday weekend was a hit. I was floored, and then I was bedded... as in - bed - sick as a dog - dead to the world. It took me a week plus being snowed in for 4 days to recover.
In complete amazement to myself things went off without Bubba losing his cool during his birthday weekend. It took a week for him to remember the bill, and yell at me about it. Only because I couldn't remember exact numbers for X, Y and Z. Frankly I didn't care it looked close enough, here done.
Monday was a holiday, I was in my pj's until 4 PM, Tuesday I woke with something that died in my sinuses so I called out of work. I went to work Wednesday feeling better, cold meds are your friend. Thursday I should have stayed home, but didn't... I was Zombie Aunt Ing all day. Came home, let the dog out, crawled into bed and didn't get out of it until Friday morning about 8:30. Then I proceeded to lay around all weekend, which was available because 3 feet of snow feel upon our house, yard, street and neighborhood. I also enjoyed two days off of work because there was a lot of snow to push around.
After that, and a three-day work week we are 98% back to normal. 98% because you know as well I do there ain't nuthin' 100% normal about me.
Now I am in the final countdown of the old job, and start the new one Monday... my desk is mostly packed. I haven't thought much about it yet. I'll tag up with the new boss tomorrow, and move Friday. I am working on a complete lack of care... The girl's group is making me nuts, and as usual the parents are a bigger issue than the kids, but the kids aren't much fun either right now.
I must push through, and I will but right now it's just not fun.
I want to fix things, but I can't.
I got snippy with a kid - but again if you listen to me in DECEMBER we'd be done with this and you wouldn't be whining that it isn't what you want. Suck it up buttercup. (see?!? No fun)
Today it's raining, a week ago, we could barely get around on major highways, due to 6000 pounds of snow. Mother Nature's internal temperature control is as screwed up as mine.
My desk is 8/10's clean. I am down to one box of crap and some stuff that make working life homey.
I think there is something wrong with a person who finds making lists soothing and ads an element of control in my continually chaotic life. Is is wrong to hope that your husband leaves town for a week? He's threatening to go to Canada next week and it's all I can do not to help him pack. Get out - go! I need a break! We've spent too much time together and he's not much fun a lot of time. Captain Crankypants has been visiting our house WAY too much lately.
My team is taking me out to lunch today --- I ordering a slice of cake to take with me. Because I can. And I'm not sharing. Aunt Ing wants cake.
All right. Off to pretend to do something constructive today, have lunch and enjoy cake. I have high goals today.
Later....
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