It. Is. Friday.
I’m marching in an endless stream of exhaustion to the finish line. I’m going to make it, but being an adult means being your own cruel task master sometimes.
We have had a ridiculous amount of “snow” in the last few days. And by ridiculous I mean we’ve hardly had any, yet the whole town is freaking out. We had a mere dusting yesterday and today they’re saying around 7:00 pm we have a 30% chance of light snow showers that will end by 2:00 am Saturday morning. But all the schools have closed. Seriously. They all closed between 1:00 and 2:00 pm. So now I have a library full of kids whose parents KNOW that we’re not getting any snow until later, so yeah. I’m cranky. And sleep deprived. And cranky.
I also am having one of those days where I mess up everything I do at least once. Even typing this post has been an exercise in spell check and backspacing. Again, it’s got to be lack of sleep. I almost ended up in a puddle of sobs on the floor of my office when I put together a spreadsheet for our stats that are due on Monday and then closed it without saving. WHO DOES THAT?! Me apparently. Luckily Microsoft has a vested interest in me not hurling my computer against a wall (at no fault of it’s own) and has made it super easy to recover files now. And I’ve messed up our desk schedule more times than I can count today.
But what I’m most cranky about is that Chief finally had his sperm test done (the real one, not the prostate exam) last Thursday and we STILL haven’t gotten results. They told us we’d hear from them by this past Monday. He has had to call every day this week. They told him today they were still waiting for the doctor to review them and then they’d call us today. At this point they could have just sent them to me and I could have reviewed them my own damn self. or my OBGYN probably knows enough to have done it and he’s TIMELY about these things. It’s so frustrating. And uncalled for. But the ironic thing is that my OBGYN is a man and Chief’s Urologist is a lady. How many female urologist’s can there be in this world? I mean, who would sign up for that?
And so now all I want is my nap and my Friday night burrito, both of which are at least four hours away. Between now and then I’ll be wrangling teenagers who are acting like maniacs because they’ve gotten out of school for NO REASON whatsoever.
But it’s Friday. Fridayfridayfridayfriday. I can do this. Just keep swimming. Something.