Sorry about my melodramatic rant yesterday. After I posted the blog entry, the shit continued. But now that it’s 24 hours later, it all seems a lot funnier than it was last night.
Just when I thought I’d make it through a Friday without a major issue at work, I learned of something that did not make me happy. At all. So, instead of leaving work breathing a sigh of relief that the week was over, I left work frustrated that I’d have yet another problem to deal with on Monday.
I’m here. I’m not traveling. But I haven’t spent any quality time with Sophie and Chloe (not to mention their Papa) since last weekend. I’ve been working almost nonstop since Sunday evening. Even my sleep has been interrupted by thoughts about everything other than sleep.
I don’t know where the time has gone. Another year, another Thanksgiving and before we know it, another Hanukkah, another birthday (I can’t really bear to think about that) and another Christmas.
And in just a few short weeks, I’ll be turning the page on 2012 and greeting 2013 with a mix of happy anticipation and nervous anxiety about whether the new year will bring more of the same or something different.
I learned that it was National Bosses’ Day today when I received a call from the receptionist at my office that a delivery had arrived for me. Without a clue as to who could possibly be sending me a gift – other than knowing that it was not my dear husband – the only thought I had was that it was some vendor attempting to catch my attention with some lame giveaway.
Today is officially Day 1, A.E. (After Esperanza). Yesterday’s goodbyes were tearful and bittersweet. But we know we’ll see her again soon. The girls were testy with each other last evening, and it crossed my mind that they were acting out because of Esperanza’s departure.
There’s a chill in the air. We woke up this morning and it was cold. And damp. And it finally felt like fall. I like fall, but for the fact that it leads to winter. The temperature inside the house was at 62 degrees this afternoon. We hadn’t yet turned on the heat. It’s only October 8, for crying out loud.
OK, not really so subliminal. This is what was waiting for me when I went to Sophie’s back-to-school night this evening.
Just a few short hours to go. A morning of work to contend with tomorrow, and with a bit of luck and good planning, we should be on the road to Hilton Head by early afternoon.
When I called the house earlier this afternoon to let my mom know that I was going to be home late after receiving a last-minute invitation to a work-related dinner, Sophie overheard the conversation and took the handset from my mom.