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Manic Monday
Sep. 13th, 2004 05:06 amIt's a little past 5am. I'm at my parents' house, with my daughter, because the drain at my house backed up again on Sunday afternoon after a couple of long back-to-back showers. It wasn't catastrophic, but I didn't feel like spending the rest of the day in the house, not knowing if flushing the toilet was going to cause a flood. The Ex seemed a bit perturbed, but that was nothing to the irritation of his SO and I at him on account of his saying on Friday that he was going to call Roto-Rooter and then failing too. The SO has told me positively that he or she will call them today.
The child and I spent a pleasant afternoon at my parents' house, but I had forgotten a very important thing: I don't sleep well there, due to the difference in the mattress on that bed, not having my body pillow with me, and the fact that the child and I share a bed there. It's a big bed, but she takes a while to settle down. So even though we had lights out by 9:45, I didn't get to sleep until around 11pm, and then I woke frequently, in part because my parents have one of those highly annoying clocks that chime every quarter hour, and I can hear it frequently even through a closed door.
I woke early, after having stress dreams from work, and have been awake since around 4:30. Waking to the sound of pelting rain, heralding the probability of more flooding has not helped my mood. Nor has the fact that I waltzed out of the house yesterday without a jacket or closed shoes. Or my umbrella.
I have to take my car in to the shop after work tonight, because it's been making stress sounds at highway speeds, and it's way overdue for a tuneup anyway. The shop won't get to it until tomorrow, and I have no idea how long they will have to have it in. I'm hoping it won't be long, because I also have to go to Costco Wednesday or Thursday evening to buy enough supplies to make peanutbutter and jelly and peanutbutter and honey sandwiches, with chips, raisins and Ding-dongs (or something) for close to 100 people for my department's snack time this Friday. I also have to finish up the newsletter this week. Both my big extra projects are wrapping up this week.
Fortunately, Jeannie is out of town Monday through Thursday, which means that I shouldn't have a lot to do -- unless Miss Vicki decides to take advantage of the fact that my manager is out.
I'm tired, sleep-deprived, stressed about work and my home, and I could use some good thoughts and vibes sent my way.
I write that and I immediately think about the pictures I've seen of houses that have been smashed by hurricanes and I feel petty even grousing. I'm fortunate that my irritations are the irritations of the affluent: drains, job, car, bed.
But that doesn't change the fact that this morning I am very, very tired, and I would very much like to go back to yesterday and sacrifice that long, hot shower for dry floors and last night spent in my own bed.
The child and I spent a pleasant afternoon at my parents' house, but I had forgotten a very important thing: I don't sleep well there, due to the difference in the mattress on that bed, not having my body pillow with me, and the fact that the child and I share a bed there. It's a big bed, but she takes a while to settle down. So even though we had lights out by 9:45, I didn't get to sleep until around 11pm, and then I woke frequently, in part because my parents have one of those highly annoying clocks that chime every quarter hour, and I can hear it frequently even through a closed door.
I woke early, after having stress dreams from work, and have been awake since around 4:30. Waking to the sound of pelting rain, heralding the probability of more flooding has not helped my mood. Nor has the fact that I waltzed out of the house yesterday without a jacket or closed shoes. Or my umbrella.
I have to take my car in to the shop after work tonight, because it's been making stress sounds at highway speeds, and it's way overdue for a tuneup anyway. The shop won't get to it until tomorrow, and I have no idea how long they will have to have it in. I'm hoping it won't be long, because I also have to go to Costco Wednesday or Thursday evening to buy enough supplies to make peanutbutter and jelly and peanutbutter and honey sandwiches, with chips, raisins and Ding-dongs (or something) for close to 100 people for my department's snack time this Friday. I also have to finish up the newsletter this week. Both my big extra projects are wrapping up this week.
Fortunately, Jeannie is out of town Monday through Thursday, which means that I shouldn't have a lot to do -- unless Miss Vicki decides to take advantage of the fact that my manager is out.
I'm tired, sleep-deprived, stressed about work and my home, and I could use some good thoughts and vibes sent my way.
I write that and I immediately think about the pictures I've seen of houses that have been smashed by hurricanes and I feel petty even grousing. I'm fortunate that my irritations are the irritations of the affluent: drains, job, car, bed.
But that doesn't change the fact that this morning I am very, very tired, and I would very much like to go back to yesterday and sacrifice that long, hot shower for dry floors and last night spent in my own bed.
