So, army W2s came out yesterday. As is expected, there was a run on the office. I think it probably wasn’t half as bad as the other 2 offices, but it was bad, because at 9pm. I was still sittin’ there doin’ tax returns when I should’ve been home 3 hours before. I was exhausted and irritable and I just wanted to crawl into bed, but I had to eat and let the food settle first. Man, I just wanted to scowl all night long. Thankfully, hubby WAS mad at me cos I didn’t call to say I’d be late, but he was too relieved that I was ok to be mad for long. He forgave me, made dinner, babied me a little … but then left the kitchen for me to clear up before climbing into bed. I was just so irritable, I said nothing, did what I had to do, and climbed into bed…. where he murmured comfort words to me for a while until we both passed out.
It’s going to be another hectic day today, I think … but this time I am going to leave at 6 as I am scheduled to cos these long days are just not going to work for me.
I can tell you THIS much, this weekend? Yea … not doing a damn thing. Sleep and read.
One small nagging thought, and that is that I am making TONS of mistakes that will just … be my undoing. I can’t shake it. I don’t know what it is. I just hope it’s that guy that lives in the back of my head who is the fatalist, the one who puts me down (sometimes overly so) in order to keep me humble … I hope it’s just him .. and not premonition.
Oh well … I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
/sigh
I am just so TIRED tho … like I am running on fumes even though I am eating and sleeping … I mean, I get 3 meals most days (yesterday was the exception with the wrap that had a hair in it), and I get 7-8 hours sleep at night (except for that hour or so during which hubby snoozes the alarm for like a half hour).
Bear is mad at me, I figure it’s because I am absent more now. I cuddle with them less. Like this morning, I have on a black shirt – I can’t go to work covered in cat hair. The one or two is fine, but if I go cuddling, I’ll be literally covered.
Oh well, time to go worry myself and the car over to the gas station … hope I have enough to get there. That’s what you get for putting it off “until after work” when after work is a whole 3 and a half hours after you expected. /sigh
Laterz.
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