This week was LONNNG! I dunno what this week was doing with its life, but it needed to get its shit together ricky-tick-quick and it so did not. Maybe my weekend was too good.
Remember how I saw Marian on Friday and Saturday?
YES! Marian, Yay!
(And also, Batmobile!)
But you know what else? At the con, I got a new soap lady! Mmhm. I don’t know if y’all remember the tale of the Soap Cunt, cause that was 37 months ago, but I shan’t forget it. Alas, I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of the most serious, erudite, apothecary kinda soap goddess at the con and she shall make me soap henceforth. Soap is a big deal at our house. We are soap connoisseurs, okay, okay, soap snobs. Yes, all of us. I could write a series on soap, but I won’t, you’re welcome.
Monday began with technical difficulties, because who wouldn’t want that as a start to her week?
Tuesday night I went to bed hot and slept hot. I was all kicky restless and it took forever to fall asleep because I was so frickin hot. Not once, Not Once, did I ask myself if I’d turned the thermostat down to arctic sleep temps. Nope.
At work, I am in the midst of a project. Mentor gave me the project like, “Start this for me, it’ll lighten my load” — Oh, yeah, I work with Mentor again! I still need to tell you about that. One day. Gosh, I have so much to tell you, I’m way behind.
Anyway, I don’t know if Mentor gave me the project with forthright intent, like, “Oh I mustn’t tell Joey this is all hers, lest she have a total meltdown at the sheer overwhelm of it,” (my words, of course) or if she really intended for me simply to start it and now it’s become mine. I dunno. Her intent doesn’t matter, either way she’s a good mentor and it’s for my own good. I am doing the thing. I had previously only done sections of the things and doing sections of the things is pretty simple if you’re writery. I figured if I could do sections of the things in an afternoon, I could do a whole thing in a day, and then because practice, I could do the other seven in even less time.
Caffeine and I continue our love-hate relationship.
And now, a story:
I saw my K cups at work were growing fewer, and I sought to condense them into one box, because I have OCD and I like my shit tidy, okay? And when I went to combine them, I realized they were all decaf. Surely this could not be right! I went to the office manager.
Me: I need to know if I’m crazy.
Me: When you ordered the previous McK cups, did you order half regular?
OM: I don’t think so. I think they were all decaf.
Me: Have you noticed how much coffee I’ve been drinkin lately?
OM: Yeah, a little bit.
Me: That’s because it’s not ON. There’s plenty of regular in there, but I had it in my head that the top box was regular, and it. is. not.
Reminds me of the time I thought the tequila wasn’t workin. Achem.
Travel cup lies.
One day, I accidentally took Sassy’s crunchy granola bar instead of my chewy granola bar and lemme tell ya, that thing was CRUNCHEH!
And messy, Omalord. Crumbs everywhere. These are outdoor nola bars, okay?
Speaking of outdoors, look my ferns, tho:
They’re all huge and ferny. Prolly a dinosaur in there.
Moo went out to the movies with her friends this week, and she was not a victim of tuck and run. Any of y’all have a tuck and run concern? Moo is itty bitty and one of her friends is eensy-weensy and I would not let Moo go unless their tall friend went, too, because I am sizeist and ageist AND A GOOD MOM. Unfortunately, one of the girls lost her phone there and I had to take my yoga pants and freshly-washed hair into the theatre to be the responsible grown-up and all I really wanted in the whole wide world was to be on my sofa with a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs, but no, I AM A GOOD MOM.
Any time I think about how I hate to be the mom who does the driving, I hate it more when I depend on other people to supervise my kids.
Me when my kids are home doing chores and chatting online:
Me when my kids want to have fun instead:
Today, cliff diving. Tell me it’s okay to worry, right? Ya let em go, and ya worry. Even The Mister worries. I don’t care how old or big they are, worry is forever.
Fortunately, Thursday came, with its doors and kittens and y’all, I went home and made spaghetti and meatballs and I sat on my sofa and it was the best.
Friday went fast all day, but I sure hope it goes slow all night!
Happy Friday Everyone!