As Uncle Steve always says.
Dexter ran into the kitchen earlier, and from where I was sitting I saw him jump up at the kitchen sink.
Puzzled, I went into the kitchen to see what he was trying to get at….
… to see him sitting by his empty water bowl. He’d been trying to get himself more water!
1. When everyone else tells me that I look ‘tired’ (euphemism for ‘like shit’), they tell me I look great.
2. It doesn’t matter whether I saw them last week or last year, we’re still the same with each other and pick up where we left off.
3. They don’t mind when I get drunk. In fact, they get drunk with me.
4. They think I’m funny when I drunk. In fact, they even think I’m funny when I’m sober (sometimes).
5. They let me rant for hours about work and other stresses.
6. They let me talk for hours about Dexter and the latest cute things he’s done.
7. They dance with me.
8. They make me laugh.
9. They understand exactly where I’m coming from.
10. They don’t care if I slob round in my PJs when they come to visit.
(Are you sensing a theme in these recent posts?)
I’m fed up of trying to cram all my Life into two measly days on a weekend. I’m working longer and longer hours, not helped by more frequent trips to London (which usually mean a 14 hour day), and the gym sucks up two evenings a week. Puppy class seems to take up an entire evening in itself. There’s a huge backlog of laundry, cleaning and washing up to do, partly because I don’t have the time to do it and when I do have the time I don’t have the inclination.
Two days and nights on the weekend are no time at all to do all I want to do and see the people I want to see. I saw my parents this weekend for the first time since before Christmas, and then only for a few hours. I saw friends on Sunday I haven’t seen for literally months. I need to get into serious training for the Race for Life which means more time at the gym or at the park. Even when I do have spare time I’m so knackered from the stresses and strains in work that I don’t have the energy to do much.
Something’s gotta give.
“Oh man I’ve been working all week I’m shot,
I’ve been working all week for what?
Just living for the weekend.”
Hard-Fi
(Google it, Mary)
I spent all my morning sleep dreaming about work.
What a waste of a lie in. I want a refund.
Monday – a 14 hour trip to London. High point – eating springbok. Low point – hearing the news that my friend’s baby was in hospital due to not being able to walk (thankfully much better now).
Tuesday – busy day in work, having to visit several sites.
Wednesday – a letter bomb is received in work.
Thursday – a day off to recharge starts off by me being smothered by Dexter (in his attempt to sleep on my head). He rounds the day off nicely by throwing up on the bed at 4 a.m.
Friday – a rainy day turns into a snow day. I was stuck at work for over 4 hours today – the roads were at total gridlock. People were trying to leave the site but were taking over 2 hours to reach the road. Naturally, I had the most inconvenient and inappropriate shoes on and drove home with freezing feet, with the petrol gauge on red. My friend had had a ‘funny turn’ so I stopped at her house to check she was OK and borrow socks and boots. A 15 minute journey took over an hour. Friend’s husband took less time to drive 50 miles on the motorway than Ade did to drive 4 miles through town. Cars were abandoned at the side of the road, people forgot how to drive.
Let’s hope the weekend turns out better!
After years of dithering, procrastinating and talking myself out of it, I’ve finally signed up for the Race for Life; a 5km sponsored run to raise funds for Cancer Research. And yes, I am determined to run it!
