better

8-16-13

At least I can say that I made it to work without incident.

Whatever evil fog was consuming me yesterday is gone. I feel significantly better. This may be due to me taking charge on something. Yesterday in the midst of my breakdown due to exhaustion and frustration I opted to take it all out on the garage.

I made the garage my bitch.

The goal was to pull stuff out. Anything being kept was going to end up in the POD. Everything else needed to be put in the trash or yard sale land. I paid the boys $5 a piece to help me. They hauled quite a bit of stuff to the various spots designated for the three categories. I stayed to the garage and tore through things, tossing clear trash and moving the heavier things like shelves. The result was 45 minutes of awesome. There are still items in there, but the bulk of it consists of a wall of Lego, and a wall of tools. There is also the matter of the vintage arcade games. Either way, I did quite a bit and I am proud.

Ken got home much earlier than expected, which was nice. I already had put dinner in the oven and was winding down. I did get a bit worked up again, trying to explain to Ken what was going on in the crazy that is my head. I was settled when all three of my boys gave me a group hug to calm me. Oh, and of course the rum and coke Ken made me helped, too.

My day is going to be slightly hectic. I have to clearly deal with my boss who seems to have a bug up his butt to get into my accounts. My accounts are some of the cleanest ones around, but he sometimes feels like he needs to know what the deal is.

When I am finally free of the work week, I am off to retrieve my kids from my folks. They have birthday boxes to find there, so I will be there for a bit. However, after, we need to go in search of Dax’s birthday cake. I have no idea what kind he wants, so it may be a challenge.

In the morning we are taking Luna to Dr. Steinam’s to look at her ear. We have been mostly treating it ourselves with moderate success. It is now time to get help from a professional. Hopefully it is just a matter of some drops.

11 am is the party at Mulligans. I guess they don’t get their wrist bands until after our time in the room for pizza, but that’s ok since I planned on staying there until Dax couldn’t move anymore from exhaustion.

Sunday, which is Dax’s actual birthday, is going to be spent working. I want to get the POD filled from garage crap. I would like to move the little storage sheds over to Steve. I would like to get a shit ton done. My folks invited us to Don Jose’s in the morning, but I may actually decline since I want more time to get things done.

I am still in pain from all this work. My neck still hurts from sleeping on it wrong.

I am pretty sure we didn’t order the Pogo stick Dax wanted for his birthday. This means I need to get him something today. I am considering stopping by Toys R Us or something on the way to pick them up.

 I am looking forward to the day in which I can sit on my couch in Steve for the whole day because everything is done.