How is it that today is Thursday? I swore that it was Thursday a couple of days ago. It's one of those weeks that's caught in a time warp. Time is creeping and speeding at the same time. And my to-do list (at work and home) seems to be duplicating and replicating in an impossible manner. Next week is coming on like a Mack truck. Whether I'm ready or not.
I did finally attack the laundry. I'm not sure how I got so far behind, but those smelly PE and basketball clothes weren't helping. I won this round. Although it's a never-ending game, so it's a constant run on the scoreboard.
Speaking of basketball and scoreboards . . . Dylan's last league game was Tuesday, his last practice was last night and his last tournament is this weekend. And although I want to breathe a sigh of relief? I'm also sad. The schedule sucked. The late-night practices and crappy communication sucked. The punitive coaching also was not my favorite. (I won't say it sucked because that's too close to saying that the coach sucked and I wouldn't want that to be a statement with my name under it.) Even though the coaching style wasn't the best fit? Dylan still managed to grow. I loved watching him play this season. He was on fire! I hope that he is able to take the good out of the season and build on it.
Today was one of those days at work that I questioned my sanity at every hour. Sometimes more often. I worked until almost 6:00 and for the last two hours? I shouldn't have been working. I should have been running. Or walking. Or hiking. Or demolishing things. Or drinking. Anything other than working. The good news? I didn't know that Monday is a holiday for me at work. Now, that doesn't lessen the pile on my desk, nor does it change the fact that I'll still be working on Monday. But . . . and this is a big but . . . I don't have to answer the phone if I don't want to! Do you have any idea how much work I can get done if the phone isn't ringing? Soooooo much!
And why do I feel so much pressure to catch up at work? Well, Halle was home for two days with the creeping crud. Fever. Cough. Wacky voice. A little cranky. Thankfully, I had the flexibility to work at home for those two days. But today? Today? Today I sent her back to school. She was fever-free (amen) and I was bordering on crazy. I needed to be alone. Alone. Poor John was home grading papers this morning and made the mistake of chewing his pita chips in my near vicinity. I almost snapped. But, thankfully, after the chip-crunching incident, I was then able to work uninterrupted for a few hours. Ahhhh . . . a few hours! Alone!
As an aside, we're watching Last Man Standing right now . . . Tim Allen's character just said "I couldn't give a duck fart about that stupid tree." Tree-loving aside, I kinda like that statement. I couldn't give a duck fart about so many things right now!
Now, it's soon-to-be-bedtime for my kiddos which equals soon-to-be-wine-time for this Mama. And helping John get ready to go tomorrow at the butt-crack of dawn. Earlier, actually. Military duty calls and frankly? They never call at midday. Nope. It's a 4:00 am departure for my hubby. Good times, yes?
I, on the other hand, am trying to convince my youngest to sleep in. Which, combined with the fact that the other carpool Mamas drive on Fridays? Means that I might be able to sleep until 7:15. Awesome . . .
How sad is that? Sad, isn't it? 7:15? Yikes . . . my standards are low. Now, I'm off to be a supportive military wifey!
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