For peace of mind, resign as general manager of the universe.
— Anonymous
I need to remember this for this week.
Gone fishing… I mean…
By Enimal - http://www.dezignia.com
I currently have a four page to-do list. I’m getting ready to take a family of four on a rare family road trip for the holidays. So, provided my head doesn’t pop off first, I’ll be gone until after Christmas.
My sincere wish for you is to have a safe, warm, happy season. May your new year be marked by Joy. Merry Christmas!
Amalgam
A couple of things to say today…
First and most urgent, a PSA to our illustrious fire department. While I truly do appreciate all that you, and I understand the needs of control burns, it would behoove you to warn the residents in the area. Let me say that differently: If you’re going to do a burn across the street from me tell me first. I was so panicked I thought I had to evacuate and called my husband home from work. Yes, it was that close. I don’t panick easilly – I live in earthquake country, and we have a fire season, I’m an old Pro at this. How hard is it to leave a flyer in a mailbox or something?
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I went to my former employer’s Christmas party last night. I had been invited before I left, and while I didn’t feel like it, I went. First, the host was the best host I’ve ever seen. Relaxed, great food, and he seemed really appreciative that we were having a good time. I’ll be sending him a thank you note today. His home was beautiful, and his partner was making an effort to be just as welcoming. Oh, and great dogs. The huge golden retriever who thinks she’s a lapdog/Oh goodness you’re so exciting I’m going to sweep everything right off the coffee table with my tail kind. There were some awkward moments for me. I’m in the unique position of knowing about the whole job without doing it anymore, and therefore people were telling me things that I don’t need to know. Multiple people. I guess they felt safe about it is all. All in all a good time, and not as crazy and out of control as last year.
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So, I’m sitting outside the Christmas party last night chatting with some former co-workers, and one of them, S., says “Hey I read your blog!” And at that moment the world stopped on it’s axis, and the sound of a record player needle scratched in my head. Luckilly, I’ve never really written about my job except in the very vaguest of terms, but still. She was very complimentary, but it’s the first time a non-blogger has said that to me. So, um… Hi S.! I have no clue who told her about it, and she was – er – backpeddaling her way out of that one, so for all I know, everyone in the department’s reading me. Hi everyone! Every one of you is perfect in every way! Er… Really!
Impressions on Being Home
So, I’ve been home a couple weeks now. Three? I don’t know, the days go by so fast.
The first thing that comes to mind is, I’m exhausted. I was exhausted before. But this time, I’m not stressed out too, so that’s good. I am going to bed earlier and earlier. My work day ends after cleaning up dinner. And I’m just wiped.
I’m having trouble with timing. There are things I want to do online, with the house, and with my business, and I’m having real trouble putting it all together. Just when I get into a groove – Stop! Have to pick up a kid. Another groove – Stop! Have to pick up the other kid. Believe it or not, I’m going to be putting together a spreadsheet today in 15 minute increments, and placing blocks of time of doing certain things. It sounds anal, but I really need to get some kind of plan in place.
But the height of excitement came when I went to Target. At 11am. On a weekday. It Was Awesome.
The house is still a mess, but the dishes are always done and the laundry is on a schedule and caught up, so I really have made progress. I used to have to do laundry all day long on the weekends, and even then it usually stayed in the baskets with me rummaging around in them to find the kids’ clothes, and mine. And then Sunday I would spend doing all the dishes we used in a week.
It’s been a pretty big transition. But it’s ok. Our budget needs some more tweaking. But I’m working on it.
That’s where my head’s at these days.
So the other day…
I know I fell off the radar. I’m sorry.
I utterly and totally failed NaBloPoMo. Again, my apologies.
Some of you have emailed me wondering A) Where the hell I am and B) Am I okay. Thank you. As soon as I can get mired out of the muck, you will receive a reply. Preferably in this century.
And now… A listing of various things heard around these parts, which may have accounted for the dissappearing act.
“Could you please buy me some more NyQuil on your way home?”
“This is Small Town Elementary, and this is not an emergency, but…”
“So, how many stitches?”
“We don’t have our new insurance yet. You are not ALLOWED to break your knee.”
“Could you run and pickup this prescription?”
“So, what you’re telling me is, if I use the garbage disposal, the toilets back up?”
“Mooooooommmmm, Pebbles just barfed all over!”
“Mom, we have to go shopping, my backpack just broke.”
“Poe! Are you hearing this?” “What, the helicopter?” “That’s NOT a helicopter – that’s our microwave!”
“I don’t feel like cooking this year. You can just take care of Thanksgiving, right?”
I’m slowly coming back today, my first “normal” day in two weeks. Be kind, please.
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