So, after that exhausting few days, I think I have managed to somewhat settle back into some semblance of a routine. Though that is hard since the hours I have been scheduled this last week have been anything from ridiculous to downright humorous. And I put ridiculous lower on the scale than humorous, cos there comes a point when all you can do is laugh.
I pulled something like 3 days of 1pm to 9pm hours last week. I pulled a couple of difficult customers too. AND I managed to argue once or twice with the hubby over stupid ish too. So, last week was probably THE worst week up till now. The good news is that coming home this evening, I discovered an envelope in our mailbox from Jackson Hewitt. They had mailed me a check. Now imagine that! I am now paid. All that hard work was not in vain. And I feel EXTRA good, because I managed to not let the lack of a check on Wednesday encroach too much on my productivity. So now I am paid and I can get my husband a birthday gift as I had initially planned to do.
So I had a dream yesterday morning. It was particularly odd and I had wanted to write about it … but now I can’t remember squat about it and it makes me mad because I used to sleep with a notebook beside the bed. I’d wake up and make notes about my dreams and transcribe them later if I wanted to. This dream in particular needed to have been recorded…. and now it’s gone.
In all of this, I forgot to mention that my death knight made 80. And she’s looking HOT. Hubby made an epic mace to sell. The proceeds would be towards his epic mount. Turns out that mace didn’t sell, so he gave it to me instead of attempting to re-list it. They are fairly expensive to make, but it looks like a lot of people had the same idea and there were a lot on the auction house for sale at a much lower price than what made it worthwhile. So my DK’s first epic is her weapon. I don’t think she’ll make too many more epic scores since I am always having to heal on my druid. Who, by the way, looks pretty epic herself now.
In other news, the cats are driving me crazy. I had a very traumatic experience with them both tonite. Bear just canNOT see a door and leave it alone. As it is, the little door in the hallway that allows access to the bathroom plumbing is now falling off its hinges because Bear will not leave the damn door alone. He must get into every single closed door and it is driving me up a wall… because it is VERY unnerving to hear in the dead of night scrabbling on the closet doors… worse, those doors hang, and all it takes is him scrabbling on them to swing them off their hinges…. there are teeth marks in every single blind in the house, and every single day they manage to spill ALL the water in their water bowl all across the floor. There is now a water mark on the floor not to mention the fact that the recliners’ wooden feet sit in the water for hours…. ooooo… I am so mad. If this keeps up, they will become more expensive than they’re worth. TWICE now I have had to throw away toilet paper rolls because Nala insists on pulling the whole off onto the floor. And I mean, we are on a budget. I cannot afford to be throwing away a roll of toilet paper a day.
I just do NOT know what to do anymore. I seriously am VERY close to locking them either in the cage or out in the shed. I am THAT exasperated.
Part of this might just be frustration and exhaustion. I think maybe it’s time to head into bed. I mean it IS almost 5am. And hubby will be walking through the door here from work in about an hour. So I may as well turn in.
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