I have never been so pleased that it was Friday. It’s just been one of those weeks where life made my head explode over and over again. And then I’d have to quickly wipe my brains off my lap, and go back to work.
It was the last week of class (finished yesterday! Hoorah!) which meant I had three papers to write and a presentation to give (on one of the papers – which I hadn’t finished yet (and still haven’t, as it is not due until Monday (goodbye, weekend))). Obviously, this caused me some considerable stress.
Which was exacerbated by the fact that last week we hired the THIRD (yes! third!!!!!!!!!!) front desk person since I quit working full-time in December and then she quit after a day and a half. Which means I’m not only doing my part-time job, but also my previous full-time job, despite the fact that I’m only in the office three days a week.
And we hadn’t done laundry since we got back from Oklahoma City so I had no jeans and if there is anything worse than a stressful week, it’s a stressful week when you can’t even wear jeans.
Wait, there is something worse. It’s when you haven’t been grocery shopping EITHER. So you are stressed, wearing slacks, and starving to death.
Last night, finally, I bailed on a fondue party I was supposed to go to, stayed home and made dinner (because I’d finally gone to the grocery store), did the laundry, picked up the house a bit (oh yes, I’m so strong), went to the gym, and then to bed at a reasonable time.
And now I’m ready for a full day of work, where I can get things done without breathing into a paper bag every five seconds.
I think it’s because I’m finally wearing jeans again.