It's nearing the end of September and I should have expected it. But I'm surprised by how dark it's gotten.
Also, it's Monday.
But I'm going to blame everything on how dark it's gotten.
It's why I needed to leave the door open to get dressed this morning and it shone on A's face in bed and he yelled at me and I yelled back and said his sleeping schedule was dysfunctional.
And the kids were still eating breakfast after I'd unloaded the dishwasher, made beds, made lunches, made eggs, tidied, got dressed (and yelled at) and I was mad.
And when I got to work, my Chair was in early and wanted to have a conversation with me. And the thing she wanted to talk about was awkward at first and then painful (for me).
And I worked obsessively in my windowless office for eight hours. About four hours in, I realized I was wearing blue paisley and gray, which is alright in theory, but was awful in the light.
Things got better once I got to the gas station: (a) made it just before the needle turned to empty (b) a red car pulled up beside me (c) the driver waved at me (d) after one too many seconds, I realized it was Big A (e) ended up smiling back at him (f) he pumped my gas (g) gave me a hug (h) I told him about my horrible work conversation (i) got hugged again (j) He took the grocery list off me.
And I got to go home and wheedle I-had-a-bad-day hugs from kids.
And they ate grilled cheese their dad made.
And I was excused from the "Poo-lympics" (picking up all the doggie poop in the grass).
I still have to work every waking minute on the thing my Chair talked about for the foreseeable future.
Unless there's an apocalypse.
_
Also, it's Monday.
But I'm going to blame everything on how dark it's gotten.
It's why I needed to leave the door open to get dressed this morning and it shone on A's face in bed and he yelled at me and I yelled back and said his sleeping schedule was dysfunctional.
And the kids were still eating breakfast after I'd unloaded the dishwasher, made beds, made lunches, made eggs, tidied, got dressed (and yelled at) and I was mad.
And when I got to work, my Chair was in early and wanted to have a conversation with me. And the thing she wanted to talk about was awkward at first and then painful (for me).
And I worked obsessively in my windowless office for eight hours. About four hours in, I realized I was wearing blue paisley and gray, which is alright in theory, but was awful in the light.
Things got better once I got to the gas station: (a) made it just before the needle turned to empty (b) a red car pulled up beside me (c) the driver waved at me (d) after one too many seconds, I realized it was Big A (e) ended up smiling back at him (f) he pumped my gas (g) gave me a hug (h) I told him about my horrible work conversation (i) got hugged again (j) He took the grocery list off me.
And I got to go home and wheedle I-had-a-bad-day hugs from kids.
And they ate grilled cheese their dad made.
And I was excused from the "Poo-lympics" (picking up all the doggie poop in the grass).
I still have to work every waking minute on the thing my Chair talked about for the foreseeable future.
Unless there's an apocalypse.
_
2 comments:
Thinking good thoughts for your work situation--and sympathy for the loss of light (and patience!) because I'm right there with you.
Hoping tomorrow is a better, brighter day!
Thanks, AAL. Nothing's changed--but it's amazing what we can get used to...
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