I Hate Cows...

Good tidings....

This will just be a mish-mash of generic updating. Bear with me, or suck it.

Anyway, I've been working NON-STOP lately, which makes my A-type personality even more anal and hyperactive, and throws in a good dash of plain pissy-ness. My day usually works something like this:

1. Wake up from lousy sleep (due to not being able to breath), not only not being able to breath, but also being jumped on by a hyper actively cheerful 5 year old screaming about being hungry and wanting French toast. Oh, and being the idiot I am, and feeling monumentally guilty about the lack of time I've had with her lately and the fact that she now has to split that time with a little sister (I totally empathize), I have promised to make her French toast whenever she asks. Sigh.


2. Try to make myself look presentable while cajoling the energetic child to get dressed and brush her teeth. Usually this involves brushing my teeth and hair, but sometimes I forget about the hair part. What? Its only right there on top of my head being brown, if it was purple maybe I would notice it!


3. Make the damn French toast.


4. Drive an hour in hellish traffic. I consider myself lucky if NPR doesn't loop. If it loops, I get nothing but holiday music which makes me want to stick ice picks in my ears. Damn Faith Hill.


5. Get to work. Mess around for 9 hours, avoiding eye contact at all costs.


6. Drive an hour in hellish traffic. I consider myself lucky if NPR doesn't loop. If it loops, I get nothing but holiday music which makes me want to stick ice picks in my ears. Damn Faith Hill.


7. If I'm lucky, nice husband has made me dinner and cleaned the house (if I could only get him to greet me at the door with a martini!). If I'm not lucky, he's in his underwear ranting about sports, the children are foraging for food under the couch, and the house looks like a third world slum.


8. Eat, while arguing with the 5 year old about what is "kid" food and what is "grown-up" food and watching an obnoxious Christmas special (Shrek's Holiday of Slime, Winnie the Pooh's Fabulous Holiday Whatnot, Mickey Mouse and the Christmas Whatever).


9. Work on freelance crap till 11:30 (if I'm lucky). Interrupted only by corralling the children and locking them in their rooms for the night.


10. Hit the sack, knowing I can't sleep with my nose stuffed up, and thinking that if I use too much nasal spray my nose will begin to look like Michael Jackson's (thanks mom!).


11. Do it all over again.

Bu this is about over for the season at least. I am clearing out the freelance work (only one more project left!), my last day at work till after the holiday is Thursday and after that, all I have to do is bake for an army and prepare my house for Christmas with my parents (more work then you would assume).

I could not be more relieved.

Oh, and I am currently down 4 pounds from the start of the weight thingy. Its been really up and down, and I expect the next weekend will not help, but I've been working out at least (Dami and Tara- you totally missed out, the pilates class was great!) three days a week, so that's helped.

That is all.

posted by Kelly at 12/19/2007 08:39:00 AM