Well, then! Let's just WORK all summer long! in A New Beginning

We missed a lot of school this past winter. I thoroughly enjoyed it! We had very few five-day workweeks! And I reveled in every single glorious day off. But now, alas, it’s come time to pay the Piper. I don’t much like him! Word’s come down that we have to make up five days! The kids don’t have to; WE have to. That has us going ‘til June 17th, which sucks. Not many will care about my piddly little problem, mind you, since most people who work don’t get the summer off anyway. sigh

On the up side, though, I did finally get my days off approved for my surgery! :o) !! So I will be off on June 4, 5, 8, 9, and 10!

I have been feeling pretty tired and frazzled again. I guess that it was just the big change, when Joey moved, that gave me a temporary perk-up. I didn’t really expect Joey’s moving to have cured my hyperparathyroidism though, but the burst of energy was awesome while it lasted! ;o) This morning I woke up tired, went to work tired, worked all day tired, and still am tired! And I had a great sleep last night, too. But I woke up right in the middle of a dream. I don’t know why I woke up when I did, because the alarm wasn’t gonna go off for ten more minutes. But I think waking up in a deep sleep leaves a person feeling tireder, regardless of how long s/he’s slept. That’s my theory and I’m sticking to it!

Wendy (remember her, my Bff?) emailed me a very odd request, or at least I think it was. She and her daughter’s family are going to California for six days in May. Her husband Steve is not going. She asked me if I would mind going over there to give her cat, Samuel, his insulin shot, while she is away. I know Samuel gets the shot once a day. I’m thinking....why the heck can’t Steve do it? Her house is not on my way home from work; it’s 20 minutes farther on, sooooooooo....

But she added, “or should I ask Annie?”

Well, yeah, Annie lives less than half a mile from Wendy and often works from home, and they are good friends. Why not ask Annie, considering how much closer she is? But Annie also might say, “Well, why can’t Steve do it?” I mean, I think that either me OR Annie would feel kinda weird if we were over there looking for the darn cat to give him a shot and Steve came home! We’d be all, “oh, hi Steve....er, I’m just poking around in your house looking for your wife’s cat so I can give him a shot because she apparently didn’t think you’d have enough sense to do it!”

Used to be, I at least would’ve felt a modicum of guilt for not saying I’d do it, but one thing hyperparathyroidism has taught me is how to just say “fuck it.”

I’m going to go now, and maybe lie down with Joe ‘til suppertime. :o) I hope you all have a nice peaceful evening, and a great day tomorrow!

hugs and blessings,
Nicky