of seven straight days of work.
Friday afternoon, as I was preparing an exciting PowerPoint presentation (with! animation! – although not much, because that’s annoying). My Friday goal was to leave at about 5, get a mani/pedi & some exciting brow waxing (my 10K finishing reward) and then meet my husband for our Friday date night.
But – I was deep in PowerPoint land, and before I knew what was going on, it was closer to 5:30. And I needed to leave NOW! So, I saved & closed my presentation. And it said, “would you like to save your changes?” And I said, “Yes, thank you for asking.” And then it said, “What presentation?” And I said, “What?” It said, “I don’t see any changes.”
And it didn’t! 3 hours of work? *poof gone*
So, that was exciting.
And then, I wasn’t in the mood for pampering. I just wanted to get home for dinner. But, the fun wasn’t over! Oh, no. I got the crazy bus driver lady from hell. She yelled a lot. And drove erratically. And argued with her passengers. I was a bit afraid, as we were going over the St. John’s Bridge, that maybe we would go off the bridge and I would die before I got my relaxing glass of wine.
But, I didn’t. I made it home. And we had tasty food and tasty beverages.
Saturday was all cleaning all the time. We got the rest of the boxes out of the living room – although I currently have five boxes in my office now. I really need to purchase some bookshelves.
We also went to the St. Johns parade on Saturday – it’s only a block away from our house, so it was fun and convenient. Also? there were pirates. It was a very strange, very fun parade.
We had our first house guest Saturday evening. I made salsa chicken, couscous and black bean salad, a loaf of bread, and rhubarb crunch (thanks for the recipe, Mom, it was delicious). I told the guys, “dinner’s at 7.” In my world that means that dinner will be on the table at 7. In my husband’s world, I think that means that dinner will be ready sometime after 7ish, and as long as he’s home in the vicinity of 7, all is good.
Fortunately for them, they walked in at 7:05, so I didn’t even have time to get further in my irritation than the prep work (which involves dire warnings about trouble-levels to the cats). Of course, the first thing the architect’s friend said was, “Oh, so this is why you get a wife.” Which was
charmingly 50s of him.
I am Donna Reed.
Although, maybe this is more what he had in mind.
Yesterday morning, in my continuing fit of domesticity, I made muffins. And then went to work. For five hours. To recreate my PowerPoint in all its former glory.
I did nothing last night. Heated up leftovers, and then retired to bed to read until I fell asleep (right around 9, I think).
This morning, I had to be in the office at 7 for db maintenance. And I’m still here at 4. And although I will soon be leaving work, I will not be going home, because apparently I’m a masochist. I am going to my local AAUW installation banquet, and, since I’ve agreed to join the board, I may end up getting installed. All I know is that there will be schnitzel. And that is almost worth it. There may also be wine. That wouldn’t suck.
There is an event on Saturday, and although I only have to work for 3.5 hours of that event, and then get to participate in the fun-ness of the event, it’s still an obligation that’s making me sad on a Monday.