That is the one word to describe my morning, frustrated with myself, my dog, my husband. Why doesn't this work? Why can't I go to bed and go to sleep so I don't have to swear at the alarm clock every morning? Why can't I not feel frustrated and guilty at the same time when my 15 plus year old dog wants no parts of a morning walk - and I know my neighbor is going to have a present when she lets my pup out.
AND - Bubba is traveling again next week. Yeah.
I'm craving something, I can't make time to get to the gym - without feeling guilty about leaving the dog again.
I wonder what life would be like to have all those little details handled for you - like my husband. Where his obligation to gift giving is acceptance of a thank you or just checking with me that is was done. A-la-mother Day. Granted, I do go the easy route, everyone gets flowers, I ordered them last Friday, because I'm that kind of anal. Today I will get and mail cards, Bubba will sign none of them. There is a birthday gift going out at well - same situation -I shopped, wrapped and mailed. His involvement will be questioning the expense on the credit card next month.
*sigh*
All right I have purged this - now off to keep busy. This too shall pass and the pup will do better when the grass isn't tall, wet and wet.
Boss is back Friday - that should put the sprint on my week - end.
Back to reviewing my week, getting ready for a meeting and writing up how-to instructions.
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