Way too busy to be alive
Since I've been working overtime the last week and a half and am not getting paid for it I had this plan to take my extra hours out today, leaving me with only two hours I had to work. So the plan was to go to the cafe in the morning around 8:30, then I had to work from 11 to 1 pm, then back to the cafe and write until evening.
The first two parts of my plan worked great. But by 2:30 my back was killing me, my hands were aching and I just gave up. Fetched hubby from work, went home and slept for an hour and 45 minutes and am now vegging on the couch. So much for being productive. *sighs*
I'm kinda miffed because this weekend I'm gonna be too busy to get any work done. Tomorrow it's the Eurovision Song Contest and lots of planning to do for the party which starts at 5. The girl has a birthday party to go to between 1 and 3 and then I really, really want to find me something new and nice to wear at the mall. No idea what which means I probably won't find anything. *pouts* It's just the top I always wear is a bit short for dancing since it tends to shift up and reveal my less than pretty belly. Because yes, there is a dance, with probably lots and lots of pretty gay boys kissing and even if they'd never look at me I want to look nice so hubby won't start wondering why exactly he's going home with me and not one of them. *snorts*
So planning for the party (which includes making a Russian flag and put up the lifesize print-out of Dima Bilan showing his ass, in my brother's apartment. I actually have two so if I want to get some decent wall space before anyone else snatches it I'll have to be there early, probably right after driving the girl to her party) and finding something to wear and then getting the kids to the inlaws and then there is the party watching the contest and then, when we're drunk enough on the 12-point shots and sick to our stomach eating whatever disgusting Serbian food my sister in law has made (not dissing Serbian food but she has this thing where she makes somethign that sounds really bad and if your country gets 12 points you have to eat one and flush it down with the 12 point drink, which is also Serbian and tastes horrible!) off to the dance downtown we go.
Then on Sunday, being hung over and tired, it's my sister's graduation. Well, actually it's on Saturday but she was smart enough to realise that there was no use trying to invite people when there's Eurovision and so she moved her celebration until Sunday. Thank you, little sis! (For about a week we had the panic of thinking my cousin was gonna have the publishing party for his book on Saturday as well, which we would have been obliged to go to since we're his only family here, but thankfully he changed it to the 31st. Thank you, cousin Charlie!)
So yes, no time at all to write all weekend and on Monday my girlfriends are meeting for the last time before summer so I have to go to that. 6 days then left until I planned to have my draft finished and I'm so far from it. *headdesk* On the other hand hubby won't be as busy next week as he was this one so I will probably get more days that I can use beyond my 2-3 hours between work and picking up the kids.
Seriously, whether I manage to finish or not, I'm gonna be so relieved when July 1st comes around and the pressure is off. By that time I'll be in Sweden so really I only have time until June 26th, but July 1st being the official day, that's the day I'll be able to say either "Oh well, I tried my best" or "Yes! I made it!" And then write nothing but fan porn for the rest of the summer. lol
Ps. No news from the doctor yet. Guess I'll have to wait until after the weekend then. *sighs*
The first two parts of my plan worked great. But by 2:30 my back was killing me, my hands were aching and I just gave up. Fetched hubby from work, went home and slept for an hour and 45 minutes and am now vegging on the couch. So much for being productive. *sighs*
I'm kinda miffed because this weekend I'm gonna be too busy to get any work done. Tomorrow it's the Eurovision Song Contest and lots of planning to do for the party which starts at 5. The girl has a birthday party to go to between 1 and 3 and then I really, really want to find me something new and nice to wear at the mall. No idea what which means I probably won't find anything. *pouts* It's just the top I always wear is a bit short for dancing since it tends to shift up and reveal my less than pretty belly. Because yes, there is a dance, with probably lots and lots of pretty gay boys kissing and even if they'd never look at me I want to look nice so hubby won't start wondering why exactly he's going home with me and not one of them. *snorts*
So planning for the party (which includes making a Russian flag and put up the lifesize print-out of Dima Bilan showing his ass, in my brother's apartment. I actually have two so if I want to get some decent wall space before anyone else snatches it I'll have to be there early, probably right after driving the girl to her party) and finding something to wear and then getting the kids to the inlaws and then there is the party watching the contest and then, when we're drunk enough on the 12-point shots and sick to our stomach eating whatever disgusting Serbian food my sister in law has made (not dissing Serbian food but she has this thing where she makes somethign that sounds really bad and if your country gets 12 points you have to eat one and flush it down with the 12 point drink, which is also Serbian and tastes horrible!) off to the dance downtown we go.
Then on Sunday, being hung over and tired, it's my sister's graduation. Well, actually it's on Saturday but she was smart enough to realise that there was no use trying to invite people when there's Eurovision and so she moved her celebration until Sunday. Thank you, little sis! (For about a week we had the panic of thinking my cousin was gonna have the publishing party for his book on Saturday as well, which we would have been obliged to go to since we're his only family here, but thankfully he changed it to the 31st. Thank you, cousin Charlie!)
So yes, no time at all to write all weekend and on Monday my girlfriends are meeting for the last time before summer so I have to go to that. 6 days then left until I planned to have my draft finished and I'm so far from it. *headdesk* On the other hand hubby won't be as busy next week as he was this one so I will probably get more days that I can use beyond my 2-3 hours between work and picking up the kids.
Seriously, whether I manage to finish or not, I'm gonna be so relieved when July 1st comes around and the pressure is off. By that time I'll be in Sweden so really I only have time until June 26th, but July 1st being the official day, that's the day I'll be able to say either "Oh well, I tried my best" or "Yes! I made it!" And then write nothing but fan porn for the rest of the summer. lol
Ps. No news from the doctor yet. Guess I'll have to wait until after the weekend then. *sighs*