WAARGH!
Today has not been a good day.
Fidgitboy has concussion - has had it since Sunday but only went to the doctor to confirm it today.
My mother is going through one of her periodic must-interfere-in-daughters-life and won't hear me say 'no!' The last time it was this bad, I moved to the UK and spoke to her less than a dozen times in three years. I love her, but I don't want her in my life when she can't understand that my life is mine, not some adjunct to hers.
The portable cd player we bought to stop me going nuts at work - doesn't. It has a permanent message saying the lid is open. So I'm still bored brainless, only now I'm bored brainless and frustrated because if the damn thing worked, I could be listening to music & books on CD at work whilst processing endless superannuation redemptions. There is NOTHING interesting about this job - the only good thing is that I can actually listen to cds at work if I'm not running them through the computer.
Three weeks as Baron and Baroness and already we've got a crisis to deal with. One that can be nipped in the bud but that blew up today. Infact, we thought we'd dealt with it - only to find that the situation got worse this evening. Fortunately all the people involved are reasonable human beings and are trying to keep it pleasant, it's just a tricky situation I don't want to have to deal with.
I should be practicing music for Midwinter but have no energy or inclination - I feel about as musical as deflated balloon. Capable of noise, but not what you'd call tuneful.
The puppy has developed a habit of just taking things outside into the garden. Not to chew on, just picks them up and takes them outside. Unfortunately as we've just discovered, he's now big enough that he can reach to the top of the fridge standing on his hind legs. So we can't leave him inside unless we know where he is at all times, and we have to devote most of Saturday to removing everything he's taken from the back garden, including all the plant pots ans PET bottles he's been chewing on/playing with.
I'm permanently tired, I hate my job and am counting the days til the contract ends (5 weeks and 3 days), I resent the fact that I'm being paid peanuts to do a job I could do with a third of my brain, I feel like I am wasting my time in the worst possible way (there is so much I could be reading or writing or listening to or researching or sewing or weaving...)
Basically, at a time when I really want to enjoy my love & relationship with Fidgitboy, my SCA game life, my free time, I feel like I have several great steaming piles of shit, and no roses to fertilize.
Fidgitboy has concussion - has had it since Sunday but only went to the doctor to confirm it today.
My mother is going through one of her periodic must-interfere-in-daughters-life and won't hear me say 'no!' The last time it was this bad, I moved to the UK and spoke to her less than a dozen times in three years. I love her, but I don't want her in my life when she can't understand that my life is mine, not some adjunct to hers.
The portable cd player we bought to stop me going nuts at work - doesn't. It has a permanent message saying the lid is open. So I'm still bored brainless, only now I'm bored brainless and frustrated because if the damn thing worked, I could be listening to music & books on CD at work whilst processing endless superannuation redemptions. There is NOTHING interesting about this job - the only good thing is that I can actually listen to cds at work if I'm not running them through the computer.
Three weeks as Baron and Baroness and already we've got a crisis to deal with. One that can be nipped in the bud but that blew up today. Infact, we thought we'd dealt with it - only to find that the situation got worse this evening. Fortunately all the people involved are reasonable human beings and are trying to keep it pleasant, it's just a tricky situation I don't want to have to deal with.
I should be practicing music for Midwinter but have no energy or inclination - I feel about as musical as deflated balloon. Capable of noise, but not what you'd call tuneful.
The puppy has developed a habit of just taking things outside into the garden. Not to chew on, just picks them up and takes them outside. Unfortunately as we've just discovered, he's now big enough that he can reach to the top of the fridge standing on his hind legs. So we can't leave him inside unless we know where he is at all times, and we have to devote most of Saturday to removing everything he's taken from the back garden, including all the plant pots ans PET bottles he's been chewing on/playing with.
I'm permanently tired, I hate my job and am counting the days til the contract ends (5 weeks and 3 days), I resent the fact that I'm being paid peanuts to do a job I could do with a third of my brain, I feel like I am wasting my time in the worst possible way (there is so much I could be reading or writing or listening to or researching or sewing or weaving...)
Basically, at a time when I really want to enjoy my love & relationship with Fidgitboy, my SCA game life, my free time, I feel like I have several great steaming piles of shit, and no roses to fertilize.