Okay, not really. And here’s why: I have 56 people to interview in the next two days. Or at least it feels that way. In this economy, people are willing to do jobs that do not really fit their long term career goals. I can understand. But I still can’t hire them. I need someone who wants the job for the job and not just a paycheck. It’s been a revolving door of people in this position. They can’t take the stress, the pressure, the demands or the simple fact they will never be caught up.
I know what you’re thinking. Sounds like a dream job, huh? I hear ya. But for the right person, it can be. And they get to work for me. I rock.
So anyway, here are some of my random thoughts from this past weekend:
I love the fact that Ali Gator thinks my husband is funny. Seriously, she even laughed at his Michael Jackson joke (which is old and has nothing to do with his death). But while we’re on the topic, what in the name of Doogie Howser was MJ doing taking serious anesthesia as a sleeping aid? From what Chris has told me, I woke up from ER talking about my organic diet and getting high fives from my RE that I have no memory of. I believe his final count on how many times I asked about the number of eggs retrieved was seven. Seven. And this IV drug was an alternative to Tylenol PM? That’s just insanity to me.
My intestines have been on strike since we started the progesterone shots. Over a week ago. Um, yeah, uncomfortable. But thankfully, I have found the cure. Taco Bell for lunch, Chicken Enchiladas from Red Rock for dinner and Strawberry Shortcake from Nonna’s for dessert. Yesterday, the strike ended. Too bad I can’t eat Red Rock and Nonna’s every day. And as long as I’m at home, I’m sticking organic so TB is out too. I’ll let you know if the strike resumes or if we’ve just started contract negotiations.
I made my lunch for the entire week yesterday. Honestly. I divided up the grapes and put them into 5 little baggies. I made pasta salad. Cut up all my strawberries and pineapple. My kitchen island looked like I was making a feast for 20 instead of 5 days worth of brown bags. I also washed, folded and put away three loads of clothes, ironed all my clothes for this week and altered the hem on a pair of pants. That’s in addition to grocery shopping, unpacking, cooking dinner and cleaning the kitchen. So is all that nesting? Or just flat-out avoidance? Wanna flip a coin? I need to roll those anyway so might as well get some use out of them before then.
My favorite weekend quote comes courtesy of Fanny who was intrigued with the whole IM injections and wanted to watch Saturday night. As I’m bent over their bed waiting for Chris to stab me, she says: “Holy crap! Does the whole thing go in?” Yes, yes, it does. Chris replies with “You’re not helping.” It’s funny today. But at the time, I was too busy concentrating on keeping my breathing steady with my head buried in Fanny’s purple blanket to pay much attention.
I’m questioning every thing my body is doing and everything I’m feeling. Friday, Saturday and Sunday I had some short stabbing pains. Nothing I’ve ever felt before. Not sure if it was implantation or just the hormones. Then yesterday I had some brown spotting. You know you and hubs are close when A) tell him you're spotting and B) he runs over to give you a celebratory hug. We’re hopeful that was implantation spotting. But we don’t really know that for sure. Today, I’m just crampy in general. It hurts when I blow my nose which I felt last time too. And I’m not taking that as a good sign. So basically, I may go a little crazy this week and please forgive me if you get an email, text or phone call from me that says something along the lines of “When did 24 hours in a day turn into 140 hours???? And why is my uterus sending me messages through Morse code?????”
There are photos from this weekend and a fabulous story about almost getting arrested for shoplifting in a scrapbook store (not really but maybe…) but unfortunately, you may have to wait until October for that. Hopefully, by then I’ll have hired someone for this job and Chris will have a spare minute to send me the photos from his phone.
I know what you’re thinking. Sounds like a dream job, huh? I hear ya. But for the right person, it can be. And they get to work for me. I rock.
So anyway, here are some of my random thoughts from this past weekend:
I love the fact that Ali Gator thinks my husband is funny. Seriously, she even laughed at his Michael Jackson joke (which is old and has nothing to do with his death). But while we’re on the topic, what in the name of Doogie Howser was MJ doing taking serious anesthesia as a sleeping aid? From what Chris has told me, I woke up from ER talking about my organic diet and getting high fives from my RE that I have no memory of. I believe his final count on how many times I asked about the number of eggs retrieved was seven. Seven. And this IV drug was an alternative to Tylenol PM? That’s just insanity to me.
My intestines have been on strike since we started the progesterone shots. Over a week ago. Um, yeah, uncomfortable. But thankfully, I have found the cure. Taco Bell for lunch, Chicken Enchiladas from Red Rock for dinner and Strawberry Shortcake from Nonna’s for dessert. Yesterday, the strike ended. Too bad I can’t eat Red Rock and Nonna’s every day. And as long as I’m at home, I’m sticking organic so TB is out too. I’ll let you know if the strike resumes or if we’ve just started contract negotiations.
I made my lunch for the entire week yesterday. Honestly. I divided up the grapes and put them into 5 little baggies. I made pasta salad. Cut up all my strawberries and pineapple. My kitchen island looked like I was making a feast for 20 instead of 5 days worth of brown bags. I also washed, folded and put away three loads of clothes, ironed all my clothes for this week and altered the hem on a pair of pants. That’s in addition to grocery shopping, unpacking, cooking dinner and cleaning the kitchen. So is all that nesting? Or just flat-out avoidance? Wanna flip a coin? I need to roll those anyway so might as well get some use out of them before then.
My favorite weekend quote comes courtesy of Fanny who was intrigued with the whole IM injections and wanted to watch Saturday night. As I’m bent over their bed waiting for Chris to stab me, she says: “Holy crap! Does the whole thing go in?” Yes, yes, it does. Chris replies with “You’re not helping.” It’s funny today. But at the time, I was too busy concentrating on keeping my breathing steady with my head buried in Fanny’s purple blanket to pay much attention.
I’m questioning every thing my body is doing and everything I’m feeling. Friday, Saturday and Sunday I had some short stabbing pains. Nothing I’ve ever felt before. Not sure if it was implantation or just the hormones. Then yesterday I had some brown spotting. You know you and hubs are close when A) tell him you're spotting and B) he runs over to give you a celebratory hug. We’re hopeful that was implantation spotting. But we don’t really know that for sure. Today, I’m just crampy in general. It hurts when I blow my nose which I felt last time too. And I’m not taking that as a good sign. So basically, I may go a little crazy this week and please forgive me if you get an email, text or phone call from me that says something along the lines of “When did 24 hours in a day turn into 140 hours???? And why is my uterus sending me messages through Morse code?????”
There are photos from this weekend and a fabulous story about almost getting arrested for shoplifting in a scrapbook store (not really but maybe…) but unfortunately, you may have to wait until October for that. Hopefully, by then I’ll have hired someone for this job and Chris will have a spare minute to send me the photos from his phone.
My thoughts on your thoughts on the weekend (did that makes sense?):
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the interviews! I'd work for you...you do rock.
Stay away from the TylenolPM! Or make sure Chris has a video camera handy if you do take it!
Glad to hear the pipes are back in working order. ;)
I SOOO hope all of those symptoms lead to a BFP for you!!! Praying*Praying*Praying!!