I've been looking forward to a nice break when I could have some "me" time. School's been out for a week and I've had a good idea of what I wanted to do with all my spare time.
Yeah, right.
My Christmas cards had been done in stages here and there for the past few months and I started assembling them about a week and a half ago. I ran out of ribbon. Then I ran out of purple embossed parts. Then I ran out of the Noel parts. Then I ran out of ribbon two more times. And to top it all off, I had to pay extra postage to send the dang things out because the envelopes wouldn't go through the automatic sorter thingie. AND some people's cards didn't make it out and are sitting on my kitchen table because of the postage issue. (Sorry Heather, Jeff & Nicki, Bryce & SueAnn, and Peggy.) Just getting the cards made and handed out took what seemed like forever. I made a total of 106 cards this year. (I prefer making cards to give to people rather than making treats.) Handing out the cards was a 2-day affair because of very, very snowy weather. So there's that part.
Rod's cousin, Allen, is here from Quebec, and we made some time to go see him. Out of all of Rod's cousins (he has a TON) Allen has to be one of my favorites. There are some people that you get along with famously. He's one of them. It doesn't hurt that we're a few months apart in age and both play the piano. I've got this notion in my head that after I graduate I could work with him, since he's a doctor. The only problem is that his field (something related to Pediatric Surgery, I believe) is not the same as what I want to go into, Pediatric Oncology. Who knows? Anyway, I'm hoping to get some better QT with him before he heads back to Canada. When we were there earlier this week, I was exhausted and wasn't really up to being my jovial self.
Which brings me to my next saga: Being sick. And I don't mean the sniffles. I have been sick. I missed work, and then felt guilty for missing work, so I went in, and everyone kept telling me to go home because I looked and sounded like crap. I honestly had no voice for a week. I had to tap into some personal time to make up for the day I missed, too. I hate that you have to be sick two days in a row to get ONE day of paid sick leave. Oh well. I guess it's better that way - you can keep the dishonest people at arm's length, or whatever.
What week were you sick, you ask? FINALS WEEK. Oh, hells bells, could my timing be any more horrible? My math final was a total bust, no thanks to being sick. I get this every year, too. Mom said I should be proactive next year and get a prescription in advance. Wise woman. I'll do that. Let's just say that coughing as violently as I was was VERY inconvienent.
Add to that a full-time job, and a 10-year old daughter. Oh, and a husband.
Even yesterday, Christmas, I had a minimal amount of time to do things on the Sarah list. Between making the mandatory appearance to Rod's family, making dinner, cleaning, doing laundry, and indulging in Rock Band on the Wii, getting to my list was... bah.
At least I was done Christmas shopping early.
2 comments:
I understand completely. The last time I tried to do "me" time by getting a pedicure before Emily was born, I came home and dealt with a VERY angry Kaya because she didn't get to go with me. I was rushed too - worrying about getting home to make dinner. The last thing I get these days is ME time with a nursing baby. Everything revolves around being the milk wagon. I LOVE being a mom but sometimes I wish I could take a "vacation" day.
Well your cards were fantastic! I can't believe you make that many of them! I hope you're feeling better. I didn't realize it was that bad! I hope your dinner turned out well.
I'd love to borrow the Little Prince sometime. I've never seen it.
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