Work, work, work
Things are heating up at work. Just put in an extra 24.75 hours in over my normal 40. The money is nice, but I haven't scored more than 3.5-4 hours of sleep a night since Thursday. This week will likely be similar, *and* my new Life Drawing class starts tonight.
Oh, and I have to clean out my bedroom to make room for the co-sleeping area.
And I have to finish and fold the 8 loads of laundry piled on the end of my bed.
And I have to pick up and haul in a replacement fridge, then transfer all of the food from one to another.
And I have to get my physical this week.
And I have to figure out kid care when Rebecca goes to the hospital.
And I have to figure out kid care for James for this Friday since Pam will likely not have an available car.
And I have to . . . eh, why bother with a list? It never grows any shorter.
Oh, and I have to clean out my bedroom to make room for the co-sleeping area.
And I have to finish and fold the 8 loads of laundry piled on the end of my bed.
And I have to pick up and haul in a replacement fridge, then transfer all of the food from one to another.
And I have to get my physical this week.
And I have to figure out kid care when Rebecca goes to the hospital.
And I have to figure out kid care for James for this Friday since Pam will likely not have an available car.
And I have to . . . eh, why bother with a list? It never grows any shorter.