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Apr. 6th, 2005
I am so tired I can barely think straight.
And I am slammed at work.
I haven't checked my online class this week to find out what's going on.
I have to post a response to a book tomorrow night.
The book, fortunately, is an easy read.
But I am exhausted.
I think it's because I'm drowning at work and very stressed-out.
Last night's phone panic didn't help.
At least I have it back.
You want to know where it was, don't you?
*sigh*
I had left it on the top floor of the house, where my Ex and his sister's fiance have built out a large room into two smaller ones for the twins. The girls took me upstairs last night to see it for the first time, and I evidently took out my phone (for some unfathomable reason) and left it up there. By the time I realized it was missing, the girls were already asleep, so when I went upstairs to check, I couldn't turn on the lights and get a good look around. But -- ironically -- that was probably the last place I would have expected it to be. Why in the world had I taken it out of my pocket to begin with???
*gack*
I really, really, really want a long, thorough massage.
A soak in a hot tub (before or after) would be very welcome too.
That's one of the very few things I (occasionally) miss about not being partnered: no one around to give back rubs.
And I am slammed at work.
I haven't checked my online class this week to find out what's going on.
I have to post a response to a book tomorrow night.
The book, fortunately, is an easy read.
But I am exhausted.
I think it's because I'm drowning at work and very stressed-out.
Last night's phone panic didn't help.
At least I have it back.
You want to know where it was, don't you?
*sigh*
I had left it on the top floor of the house, where my Ex and his sister's fiance have built out a large room into two smaller ones for the twins. The girls took me upstairs last night to see it for the first time, and I evidently took out my phone (for some unfathomable reason) and left it up there. By the time I realized it was missing, the girls were already asleep, so when I went upstairs to check, I couldn't turn on the lights and get a good look around. But -- ironically -- that was probably the last place I would have expected it to be. Why in the world had I taken it out of my pocket to begin with???
*gack*
I really, really, really want a long, thorough massage.
A soak in a hot tub (before or after) would be very welcome too.
That's one of the very few things I (occasionally) miss about not being partnered: no one around to give back rubs.
Feeling Better
Apr. 6th, 2005 08:43 pmThe evening is going much better.
I met my mom (who had picked up my daughter after school today for their weekly outing) at the local mall and we all had dinner at California Pizza Kitchen, my daughter's favorite restaurant. I had their Barbecue Chicken Pizza and a shot of vodka in my Diet Coke.
Then Daughter and I (she's nine years old, for the newcomers to the f-list) went to a Bath & Body store and indulged. I had been intended to buy a gift for the Ex's SO, who has done more than her share of solo childcare duties recently because of both the Ex and I working late, and she set her alarm for 5:30am this morning to come downstairs to make sure I wasn't late for work. This deserves a gift of YlangYlang & Rose massage lotion (which the Ex had better have the sense to use on her!). While there, I bought the Daughter some Vanilla-Lavender massage oil for bedtime, to help her calming down. And I really splurged and bought myself YlangYlang & Myrrh body lotion, body spray, pillow spray, and essential oil.
While the Daughter was bathing, I logged onto my Women, Spirituality and Leadership class and found I had received 100 out of 100 points for the reflection paper I thought I had barely scraped by on, and was not as far behind in the reading as I had thought.
I had some caffeine free Diet Coke with a splash more vodka, and Daughter and I took turns giving each other massages with the Vanilla-Lavender massage oil. She had never experienced a massage with oil, and was completely blissed out. I read a chapter of William Steig's Dominic to her (which I have had on my shelf since junior high but haven't read in more than two decades), and then we watched an episode of the the Nancy Drew Mysteries.
Now she's in bed, and I'm relaxing on my own. I have plenty of time to finish my book for class (since I made some good progress earlier this week), so I'm going to enjoy reading some more of Roots of Survival: Native American Storytelling and the Sacred.
*lets out deep breath. . . *
I met my mom (who had picked up my daughter after school today for their weekly outing) at the local mall and we all had dinner at California Pizza Kitchen, my daughter's favorite restaurant. I had their Barbecue Chicken Pizza and a shot of vodka in my Diet Coke.
Then Daughter and I (she's nine years old, for the newcomers to the f-list) went to a Bath & Body store and indulged. I had been intended to buy a gift for the Ex's SO, who has done more than her share of solo childcare duties recently because of both the Ex and I working late, and she set her alarm for 5:30am this morning to come downstairs to make sure I wasn't late for work. This deserves a gift of YlangYlang & Rose massage lotion (which the Ex had better have the sense to use on her!). While there, I bought the Daughter some Vanilla-Lavender massage oil for bedtime, to help her calming down. And I really splurged and bought myself YlangYlang & Myrrh body lotion, body spray, pillow spray, and essential oil.
While the Daughter was bathing, I logged onto my Women, Spirituality and Leadership class and found I had received 100 out of 100 points for the reflection paper I thought I had barely scraped by on, and was not as far behind in the reading as I had thought.
I had some caffeine free Diet Coke with a splash more vodka, and Daughter and I took turns giving each other massages with the Vanilla-Lavender massage oil. She had never experienced a massage with oil, and was completely blissed out. I read a chapter of William Steig's Dominic to her (which I have had on my shelf since junior high but haven't read in more than two decades), and then we watched an episode of the the Nancy Drew Mysteries.
Now she's in bed, and I'm relaxing on my own. I have plenty of time to finish my book for class (since I made some good progress earlier this week), so I'm going to enjoy reading some more of Roots of Survival: Native American Storytelling and the Sacred.
*lets out deep breath. . . *