crazy busy

7-29-09

Yesterday was crazy busy at work. That is month end for you. Reports pretty much all day, and then when I was done I had to catch up on email and still do my statements. I think I finally was winding down around 2.

My day was far from over, though. I got home and started cleaning house. I cleaned the kitchen, and then the boys’ rooms and then got started on all of the laundry and packing. I pulled out clothing for the boys and got them all packed. I then proceeded to get my own packing done. I still have a load of laundry in the dryer to put away, and a couple of other things that I forgot to put in the bags, but truly, I am mostly done. I hate the last minute items. I have to pack their backpacks pretty much as we walk out the door. I will probably pack them Friday afternoon, less the “friends”. Not too bad, when you get right down to it. Plus, knowing the boys, they will be holding Popper and blanket that morning, so I can pretty much shove everything else in there.

On my way home from work today, I am going to swing by the K-Mart to look to see if they can help me in my new sandal quest. I also think I may go by the Sketchers since they are having a sandal sale. I don’t anticipate finding anything there that will be worth the price, but K-Mart may have something. And as crazy as this sounds, I have even contemplated going to Wal-Mart. I hate them, but I am desperate.

I got to bed after 10 last night, so I am actually quite glad I have tomorrow off. It means I can probably put together the rest of the packing and even rest a bit. Get this, I may actually take a nap! What I have to resist is the urge to keep one or both of the boys. I just hate it when they get all weepy when I walk them across the street. But if I want to get anything done, and not ignore the boys, it is best if they go to Maria’s where they can run and play.

Bobby got freaked out last night when he thought he saw a ghost. So I calmly explained to him after looking around for a good plan, that Cat in the Hat (his stuffed animal) would not allow ghosts as it was in his contract for there to be no ghosts. I remembered back to the movie the boys have seen a billion times where Cat signs a giant contract, so I asked Bobby if he remembered him signing a contract and told him that since it was signed, no ghosts were allowed or Cat would leave. Bobby thought about it for a minute, and then accepted this with no further discussion. I also distracted him with the book I was going to read, but he doesn’t tend to let things go unless he is ok. I guess having kids doesn’t just sharpen your reflexes, it also sharpens your quick wit!

I have a training session this afternoon which I am not looking forward to. It isn’t that it is hard, it is just that it is with a couple people who will ask stupid questions. I am not great in class settings. Give me the program and give me a 2 minute overview and let me figure it out on my own and I am good. I don’t like other people’s paces. The only good thing with this is that it will essentially kill the rest of my afternoon. So this is a good thing.

I know it shouldn’t bother me since let’s face it, I am dinking around writing blogs and reading Wikipedia all day, but sometimes when I see such blatant rule breaking, I just find it to be tacky. Especially when it is by someone who does barely any work ever. Maryann actually pulls up to the front of our building, runs in to clock in, then goes and parks her car in the lot. She thinks this means she is on time. No, it means you are on the clock for sometimes 30 minutes before you even get to your desk. She stops and chats with everyone on the way from her car to her desk. At least when I am here, not doing work, I still answer calls and emails instantly and take care of business at a quick pace. She is on the phone all day with her sister, friends, mother and her numbers go up!

I know, don’t judge, and I will try not to. It just bugs me.

Oh! So I explained to Ken that for my 35th birthday for sure there will be a gala of some sort. Basically a prom, but I wasn’t sure what to call it. I told him to get planning or else I will end up throwing a giant hissy fit, so he told me to give him a list of invites. Yay! I realize it is rude of me to demand a prom of my husband, but in all fairness, I have had nothing big for my birthday in years and years. It usually is just a day. Sure, I will end up planning it myself, but I want it to be presented by him. Yes, I am being selfish.

Falling asleep.

I want to get a camera that is permanently on me while I am with the kids. Dax keeps breaking out in to these random dances that are nothing short of fantastic because of the wild carefree nature of them. By the time I get the camera, he would have stopped, plus, he gets all quiet when the camera is on. Shoot, I tried to get Ken to come see him dance and the kid stopped the second he saw Daddy. I just want this memory forever!

I am wearing my new Capri pants that I got, and they are quite comfy. I am pleased.

I really really really really really really really really really want to see Funny People.

Something smells yummy in here. It almost smells like someone is baking something. We don’t have an oven! Damn you good smelling comfort food.

I think I have more freckles than I used to on my arm. That can’t be good, right? None of them look gross, and they are all flat and standard color. Maybe the sunshine brought them out.

The day has started to drag, and it is only 9! Not good.

I have my phone in my pocket today. My t-shirt is a higher cut, so it is more of a bitch to get it out. Plus, I have good pockets today with my rockin new pants, so I thought I would give it a go. It feels odd having this bulge in my pants and not my shirt. Boy, that could be turned dirty and wrong in so many ways.

I just got crazy busy. Of course, because I rock, I have been semi put in charge of this system that is used to transmit invoices to certain customers. I don’t have any of these customers, but our programmer, my friend, told me that she didn’t want to deal with it, therefore, I am kind of in charge. Neat, but a pain at the same time.

Oh, and last note. If a t-shirt says it is tagless, and in fact there is no tag on the back of your neck, and yet they still insist on putting a tag on the side, is that really tagless or tagmoved?

I am in uber help everyone out with stuff mode today. People keep asking me questions. I don’t mind, but it is funny. I just wish I had the title.