The worst timing
It’s been about three weeks since I’ve been needed overnight at my brother’s… my sister-in-law was on vacation over the holidays, and RC took vacation last week. While it was a nice respite, being able to sleep in my own bed every night, I’m now out of practice. The girls were SO excited to see me, even the four-legged one – you’d have thought they hadn’t seen me at all during that time! And they were terribly cute, playing “let’s dress up and pretend we’re playing in the snow”. Wia has such a big imagination for a three-year old, and Emma follows right along behind her.
Yep, they were cute until bedtime rolled around. Wia took the opportunity to get up no less than 10 times… “I need a little drink of water”, “I need to make a stinky”, “I need to take out my ponytail”, “I need a little drink of milk/juice/more water”. I finally had to threaten a spanking, and fortunately it worked, because I don’t think I could follow through with it.
But poor Bailey suffered the most… she’s now 15 weeks old, and is 99.9% house trained. She’s so good – she lets you know when she needs to go out, and will even come and get you if you’re in another room. But she still takes a long time when she needs to do her business, and I wasn’t paying attention to the cues tonight. I sort of hurried her back in after she squatted, and didn’t give her time to… you know. Wia and I finished up her evening ablutions, and came into the kitchen to get a sip of water, and there it was. In the middle of the living room floor, a steaming pile of Aunt Amanda’s Mistake. Poor puppy. She was so embarrassed; she just stood by it and kind of whined. I felt terrible. Thankfully she forgives easily.
I got nothin’
I’m tapped out tonight – it’s been a stressful day, and trying to think of something interesting to write is the very last thing I want to do right now. My pillow is calling my name…
Silly me… when I filled out my timesheet at work this week (we have to track our hours every week for planning and resource management), I put the actual hours I worked, which was only 34. You know, I figured it was better to be honest, since I totally did not plan to use vacation hours for the other 6. My manager rejected it. Despite the fact it was a holiday week and I was one of maybe 10 people in the entire department, and at least I bothered to come into the office (my coworker didn’t even bother to send an email Tuesday or Wednesday to let us know she was working from home). Ugh. I’m just really, really tired of everything being about whether or not I’m in the office or not, taking up space, breathing the air. I don’t like feeling like I’m just there to fill a seat… shouldn’t it be about whether or not I’m producing the desired results? Plllblllbltttt. I don’t wanna talk about work anymore. Blech.
I made a sugar cream pie for my birthday. I baked it Monday night, and it wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, but it was good enough to eat. It used to be my favorite, but that sour cream apple pie I made for Thanksgiving and again at Christmas is coming up a mighty close second… it might just overtake the current numero uno.
And that’s… it. I’m out for tonight. You stay classy, America.
Filed under bakin' and shakin', indignities, me, work | Comment (0)Ten days
How has it been ten whole days since I last posted? Sheesh.
Well, I evidently have not won any of the HP Magic Giveaway contests I entered. Bummer. I must be doing something wrong… I enter just about every sweepstakes and contest I come across online, and I have yet to win anything. I guess I’ll just keep trying. Can’t win if you don’t play, right?
Speaking of winning… we had our annual Christmas pitch-in today at work. After the “town hall” meeting where the boss congratulated everyone on a decent year and told us to “sharpen the saw” over the holidays (he actually said “take time to reconnect with your families if you need to” – it totally came out wrong and was HILARIOUS), about sixteen of us participated in a little competition. Someone found these puzzles, and the first person to finish correctly would win a prize. Now, let me say right now I didn’t finish it alone. One of my co-workers came over and helped me… I could not have finished it without her. But finish it we did, and first! We won a $50 Mastercard gift card, which I offered to split and she turned down, so I won it. I WON SOMETHING!! Whoopee! So exciting.
Twitter. I am terrible at it. I go days without posting an update, and then I post two or three in a row. It seems like I could just, oh, I don’t know, blog it instead? I may quit, I just haven’t decided yet. I’ll give it until after the holidays, I guess.
