I just yelled really loudly, “STOP TURNING OFF THE DAMN LIGHT!” because once again I came back to the office to work for another couple of hours, after a quick bath in a very hot tub. Another two hours — it’s already 8pm.
I spent five hours driving today. That’s not an exaggeration. I might have actually spent six. I lost track there at the end. I spent an hour on conference calls. I tried to clean the kitchen, only to discover there are too many dirty dishes to fit into one dishwasher load. I didn’t get to eat any of the yummy food we bought, for lunch, because I was working from the dentist waiting room using my iPhone hotspot and didn’t have time to eat. I forgot to take a drink with me so I was dying of thirst.
Today was the day from hell — even if we did have pie. And a nice dinner. And I can have another piece of pie once I finish work.
It was the day from hell — even though TW’s missing check arrived and so did her mother’s meds.
What’s more annoying than the day from hell is that I’ve had the week from hell and it should not have been so.
Sassymonkey was my favorite person because she watched the spam for me most of the nights this week. This meant I turned off my computer very early (for me) and didn’t worry about work stuff all night long. I should have had plenty of time to do all of the fun things.
And we did go grocery shopping last night and eat real food that was not peanut butter. So that was good.
But, I missed two days of writing in my daily journal (something I do every morning between 8-9am.) I missed an entire day of writing in my 365 lists Filofax journal tab (and I’ve never missed a day, since January 1.) When I look at my work Filo, I see that I did do all the things originally scheduled and I see a whole lot more things added. That’s normal. That’s as it should be. I did all the work things and more. Yay me.
But my Malden. My personal Filofax. Aye yi yi. So many erased items. So many arrows indicating I moved something from one day to another to another to another. So many not crossed off things.
How could that be? I didn’t work all the nights, like I usually do. How could I have done so little? What in the hell happened to my week? I know what happened to my today — but my week? Wah?! I have no idea. I didn’t journal anything that explains it. I don’t have any additions that explain it. It’s like someone just came along and plucked a couple hours out of each day of the week.
Hell. I don’t even know where to start tomorrow — I’m tempted to just erase everything (thank you Frixion erasable pens!) and just go with the flow and call this week a BUST.
Next week will be better. Oh. No it won’t. Next week is going to be something else… Shudder. Let’s not think about it.
you gals sure have had your share of shit going on the last few weeks. boo 🙁 hugs