Tuesday, Tuesday

Why I hate Tuesdays:

I am in the office. All.Day.Long.

I take phone call after phone call, and client after client, while the two dingbats that I work with pick their noses and shine their shoes.

Getting ready to get out of the house is a whirlwind. E somehow feels that because he has to drop the boys off at day care, that he must have everything laid out in assembly line fashion for him so that the morning runs smoothly (because he does not want to be late for work).

So, while E sleeps in bed (um, one would think, that if you didn't want to be late, one would get the eff out of bed earlier and help!) I shower, change, grab my work stuff, get the boys up, change the boys, get the boys their breakfast and vitamins, make E's lunch, set out E's breakfast (as I do this, I consistently call up to E to wake up or get out of bed) and try to remember something for my own lunch.

I lay out the boys' shoes, coats, backpacks and then finally head out the door to catch the train.

By the time I am on the train, I am irritated and tired.

By the time I get to the office, I am depressed.

By the time I am done for the day, I need to drink.

I hate Tuesdays.


By the way, who remembers to get me breakfast or lunch some days ... oh yea, that's my job too!

Two-fer Tuesday

2 things I had to clean up yesterday:

1. I decided to make the afternoon special for Big J. It was a hot day, I tried to finish work up early and I decided I would get him a Vanilla Shake on the way home. I filled his pool up and we were going to play. Big J felt that he needed a DIFFERENT snack and wanted to "save the shake for later." I told him no ... well, he didn't listen. As I walking in the door with little j, I heard a thud, an "oh no" and then a cry ... I walk into the kitchen to see Big J with the frig door open, shake up-ended and spilling ALL OVER my kitchen floor. No more shake for Big J.

2. I was up at 2:00 feeding Little j. I hear a "Mommy" coming from the other room, I poke my head in and ask him what is wrong, "I want to sleep in your bed." I told him no and then he says, "but Mommy, mine is all wet." ..... After three days of wearing underpants to bed, he finally had his first accident. So ... I stripped the bed, I wiped up the mattress, and Big J slept in Mommy's bed.

Tuesday Two-fers

2 reasons I am sad:

1. My Mom and Dad left today. This just sucks.

2. My work schedule doesn't lighten up till .... shoot - looking at my calendar - it NEVER lightens up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Two-fer Tuesday

Two things I would rather be doing (than sitting in this office and answering these darned phones):

1. Laying on a beach, getting a tan (screw the skin cancer thing), drinking a cool drink (preferably with some rum or vodka in it), reading a good book and having nothing else to do all day.

2. At home, on the couch, in some comfy clothes, watching reruns, eating some good food (because - in fantasies - calories do NOT count), playing the kids, getting ready to go lounge at the pool all day .....

Maybe these thoughts will sustain me until 5:00- or I pass out from these phone calls - whichever comes first!