Slow
I'm almost afraid to say it but.... I wish I had a little more work to do here. Time is going by SO SLOW. You would think with my boss out it would be like a cake walk. Except its not, cause I dont have much to do, and I dont have anyone to really goof off with. I'm also starting to wonder if my eye bugging the shit out of me, and seeing all those damn floaters in it, isnt because of my computer screen. I can kind of trace it back now to it starting about two months ago, which was right about the time that Greg went out on sick leave. Typically we spend more time talking than actually working, but with him gone I'm stuck sitting here looking at the computer pretty much all day long.
I'd wear my glasses to work to see if that helps, except I need a new pair so bad. I only wear them for a few minutes before bed each night - literally from the bathroom up to our bedroom before I go to bed - and I stepped on them by accident a long while back. There is no way I'm wearing them to work.
Anyway, I'm right back to where I am almost every day... sitting here worrying about everything that needs to be done at home, thinking about how I'm going to tackle it when I get there... and then being too damn tired to actually DO IT cause I've spent all day thinking about it and thereby feeling like I've already done it ten times over - when I havent.
I'm hoping that Kevin helped out a bit though and did at least SOME of it. He's home this whole week but is fixated on getting the bedroom demo'd so we can put up sheetrock this weekend. He's done a pretty good job of it so far, however I also cringe at the thought of what the house will look like when I get there. He kept up with most of the dishes and toys yesterday but still... the house would look very different if it were me home for the week. Case in point, the basket full of clean and folded laundry that he keeps stepping OVER to go upstairs PROBABLY would have been brought upstairs by now (and put away, and refilled with dirty laundry, brought back downstairs, thrown in the wash and refilled with clean and folded clothes... I'm just saying...).
Of course I shouldnt complain too much. Yesterday, I got home from work and rather than do any house work, I put a movie on for me and the girls, plopped myself down on the floor in the living room and started putting together my photo album. One of my gifts for Christmas was those photo storage boxes, where its a box then 16 smaller boxes inside the box to hold pictures. Over the weekend, I put most of my Project Life cards into half the boxes than all the pictures from 2014(!) that I havent gotten into an album yet. I actually loved how awesome that box was (I am so easy to amuse and satisfy; buy me storage crap and I'm happy) that I texted my mom to find out where she got them, which resulted in me ordering FIVE more from Michael's - one for my mom, another for my sister (she also got one), and TWO more for me (I figure its not just good for photo storage and with three girls and craft crap coming out my ears I could use a few of them).
Anyway, I got about a third of my 2014 album together. I love that I switched over to the Project Life layouts and albums. I have SO MANY photo albums but I should be able to get a year into each book. That will cut down on the amount of space I need to store all those small albums - though I am wondering where I'll end up sticking these since they're like 14x15 inches or something like that. I havent gotten all the journaling cards into the albums I've finished yet either; I figure half the battle is just catching up. 2011 and 2013 are all in albums, 2014 is almost done, Disney is done (and I actually started on the journaling cards), now its just a matter of working forward thru 2015 and backward thru my old regular photo albums. I'm figuring I'm probably go back as far as 2008 when Maddie was born... and do our honeymoon album. Right now, our honeymoon pictures are in three separate albums so it'll be nice to condensce that down.
Boredom has me babbling about photo albums. I'm boring myself.
My coworker just walked over here and handed me five journal entries. HaHAA yeah, like I'm going to enter these now. It's 3:50 where the hell were you the last EIGHT HOURS??? I think she really expected me to enter them cause when I asked her if they need to be done today she kind of stammered a bit. Listen, I did all the work I NEEDED to do first thing this morning. I'm not going to stay later cause you decided to wait till the last minute. No. Sorry.
Which speaking of, I'm out. I need to channel Mr. Rodgers and get my sneakers on - I cant take walking in heels all day anymore and have somehow become the 1980's working girl wearing sneakers to and home from work. Heh.
I'd wear my glasses to work to see if that helps, except I need a new pair so bad. I only wear them for a few minutes before bed each night - literally from the bathroom up to our bedroom before I go to bed - and I stepped on them by accident a long while back. There is no way I'm wearing them to work.
Anyway, I'm right back to where I am almost every day... sitting here worrying about everything that needs to be done at home, thinking about how I'm going to tackle it when I get there... and then being too damn tired to actually DO IT cause I've spent all day thinking about it and thereby feeling like I've already done it ten times over - when I havent.
I'm hoping that Kevin helped out a bit though and did at least SOME of it. He's home this whole week but is fixated on getting the bedroom demo'd so we can put up sheetrock this weekend. He's done a pretty good job of it so far, however I also cringe at the thought of what the house will look like when I get there. He kept up with most of the dishes and toys yesterday but still... the house would look very different if it were me home for the week. Case in point, the basket full of clean and folded laundry that he keeps stepping OVER to go upstairs PROBABLY would have been brought upstairs by now (and put away, and refilled with dirty laundry, brought back downstairs, thrown in the wash and refilled with clean and folded clothes... I'm just saying...).
Of course I shouldnt complain too much. Yesterday, I got home from work and rather than do any house work, I put a movie on for me and the girls, plopped myself down on the floor in the living room and started putting together my photo album. One of my gifts for Christmas was those photo storage boxes, where its a box then 16 smaller boxes inside the box to hold pictures. Over the weekend, I put most of my Project Life cards into half the boxes than all the pictures from 2014(!) that I havent gotten into an album yet. I actually loved how awesome that box was (I am so easy to amuse and satisfy; buy me storage crap and I'm happy) that I texted my mom to find out where she got them, which resulted in me ordering FIVE more from Michael's - one for my mom, another for my sister (she also got one), and TWO more for me (I figure its not just good for photo storage and with three girls and craft crap coming out my ears I could use a few of them).
Anyway, I got about a third of my 2014 album together. I love that I switched over to the Project Life layouts and albums. I have SO MANY photo albums but I should be able to get a year into each book. That will cut down on the amount of space I need to store all those small albums - though I am wondering where I'll end up sticking these since they're like 14x15 inches or something like that. I havent gotten all the journaling cards into the albums I've finished yet either; I figure half the battle is just catching up. 2011 and 2013 are all in albums, 2014 is almost done, Disney is done (and I actually started on the journaling cards), now its just a matter of working forward thru 2015 and backward thru my old regular photo albums. I'm figuring I'm probably go back as far as 2008 when Maddie was born... and do our honeymoon album. Right now, our honeymoon pictures are in three separate albums so it'll be nice to condensce that down.
Boredom has me babbling about photo albums. I'm boring myself.
My coworker just walked over here and handed me five journal entries. HaHAA yeah, like I'm going to enter these now. It's 3:50 where the hell were you the last EIGHT HOURS??? I think she really expected me to enter them cause when I asked her if they need to be done today she kind of stammered a bit. Listen, I did all the work I NEEDED to do first thing this morning. I'm not going to stay later cause you decided to wait till the last minute. No. Sorry.
Which speaking of, I'm out. I need to channel Mr. Rodgers and get my sneakers on - I cant take walking in heels all day anymore and have somehow become the 1980's working girl wearing sneakers to and home from work. Heh.