Is is Friday?
This week has kicked my ass and it’s only been two days back at work. I know, you think like, Aw, Joey got into holiday mode and she is struggling to get back into the groove. Um, no, that is too simple for Joeys.
Straight away upon my return to the office, Mentor came in all urgent about deadlines for Friday. Five of them. I could not understand her panic. Have I mentioned I am always alarmed when I am the calm one? Extremely unsettling. We have deadlines every day, many on Fridays, and five is completely doable. She is the mentor, she must display only strength and cleverness. I’m not saying deadlines aren’t challenging, but not tizzy-inducing. I went into What Can I Do To Help? mode. I said, “I’ll take what’s behind door 2. That’s vaguely familiar…” and Mentor was all, “Tremendously helpful!” Wonderful.
And then, it hit me: All due on Friday and oh my fucking god it’s not Monday, it’s fucking Wednesday! EVERYBODY PANIC!!!
Sickly Christmas day, mmhm. Not quite up to par on my return Wednesday, but I’m a trooper. Got better as the day went on, what with the coffee and the panic and all. ooh, i’m feelin so much better, see all i need to go is go home and rest and i’ll be set! Loudly told my office mates, “Going directly home! Staying home!” HUGE SMILE. Office mates so glad for me.
At bedtime, my in-laws called and asked us, begged? us to come help them with ‘the last little bit’ of their move. I would never blog (unfunny) commentary on my in-laws, because they have earned my respect and because they are the very soul of generosity and I love them. I will just say we are disappointed in them and we hope they have learned their lesson and will make better choices next time.
On Thursday, I wasn’t sick. Just tired with achy, swollen hands. Take the pills, drink the coffee. Door #2 completed. Ready to go home and stay home. Haha! No. Hadda pick up Moo and Kitty up at mall. Picked up food. Drove in dark and rain, during rush hour, my absolute favorite.
The boy one arrived.
Sassy suggested the boy one take my cash and drive her to DQ to get treats for the whole family.
I said, “No.”
“No. My reasons are petty, selfish, and unreasonable, but no.”
“But ice cream.”
“It’s dark and rainy. Someone will crash you and I’ll have to leave home. I’ll have to go to the ER while you have CT scans and x-rays. No.”
Then she suggested we start a movie as a family. I looked at her crazy and pointed to her father, who had already begun to sleep on his propped-up palm, “I have to be in bed. I have to go to bed before anything else happens.”
“It’s not even 8.”
“Can’t. Gotta be in bed.”
Truly. This week I’m havin. It’s a week.
The Mister has assured me I can do all the nothing I want on the weekend. He’s gonna collect people and return people who will come here to do things while I do nothing. He’s gonna bring food for us all to eat while I do nothing. When he’s not doing those things, he, too, will do the nothing. It’s going to be momentous.
Happy Friday Everyone!