I have been trying to plan the kidlet's birthday party for a while now. Yes....his birthday isn't until mid-May, but what can I say? I'm horribly OCD. I need things on the calendar. Especially in May. May is one of those insanely busy months - lots of soccer, 5Ks (though those are more for the hubby than for me - clearly - LOL), and this year we are also having a tag sale (please have my head examined immediately). So I want this damn thing on my calendar asap. I bought the favors, plates, etc last month.
Here's the problem. I decided to outsource the party this year. I am simply getting too old to have a host (think 18-ish) of kids around G's age to the house for 2-3 hours. I'm not exactly a kid person (sigh, yes, I know, I have a kid, I was a kid...but kids overwhelm me) and that is just WAY too much. So after some discussion with G, we decided to try to have his party at the Y where he takes swim lessons.
So back in FEBRUARY, I emailed the program director at the Y to get the ball rolling. Only...they don't do it over email. Great.
Life got ahead of me and it took me about 3 weeks to remember to call her. Hey, I average 6 meetings a day, I have to return those pesky work-related calls first!
So I called. And got her voicemail. And she called me back. And got my voicemail.
Repeat.
FOR TWO FRIGGIN' WEEKS!
Finally, today, the eagle landed. She called while I was at my desk. Halelujiah!! Thank goodness. May 23rd. Now I can breathe. A little. Sort of. Wait. Not really.
In other news...
I've run for the last 2 days. My toes hurt. Why? Because I've been wearing OLD shoes Check that. ANCIENT shoes. Which is stupid because I have NEW SHOES in my bedroom. I just keep forgetting to pack them in my gym bag. This results in me getting really unpleasant little callouses on the tips of my toes.
To add insult to inury - today I also forgot to pack my sports bra. Ok. I'm a small girl. 34 or 36B to be exact. ;-) So it's not exactly the end of the world if I run in my regular bra. That said - when you don't normally do it (and haven't since you had to wear a bra) - it's a weird sensation. Needless to say, after running a 5K today with my regular, not particularly supportive, work bra...I won't be forgetting a sports bra any time soon. LOL.
And finally - a grumble and an introspective thought. Excuse the fact that these are unrelated - I'm in a mood. Ok, I'm always in that mood (confused and confusing and disjointed) but nevertheless.
It is SO HOT in my office. Like sweat in your work clothes hot. It's nasty. And unpleasant. I can't take it.
I feel a little anxious and wound up tight today. Work has been, well, insane. Something is going on right now that has me (and several of us) feeling like our boss is keeping secrets from us and doing us a disservice - throwing us under the bus. There are organizational changes coming, ones that we helped figure out, except based on her behavior and some comments, I think our suggestions may have been thrown out the window. But we're getting zero for information, instead, we're just getting called into meetings where we find out changes to our assignments, priorities, etc - changes she apparently approved but never felt the need to warn us about.
It's awkward and uncomfortable and it has me stressed. To add insult to injury, I have been tagged as the Negative Nelly naysayer on my major project...and I was so (in my mind) disrespected and overruled and ignored in a meeting on Monday, I was moved to tears. ME. I cry like crazy, I am super emotional, but NOT IN A MEETING! I was so frustrated I literally said "I give up". I can't believe it. Me give up? Me get so frustrated I can't articulate myself? In my personal life - yes. In my work role. NEVER.
So I am already feeling weird and stressed. My personal life isn't any different than it's been for years...but it's also confusing.
And now today. Today I got news that has me feeling, well, weirder.
Hubby and I met in college. Over the 2 years or so we dated then, we got friendly with a couple of other couples who stayed together after college and eventually got married, like we did.
I found out today that one of them, the one that was probably most like Hubby and I (oddly matched, quirky), are officially divorced.
It just makes me feel weird. The people that really know me can probably guess why.
So there goes my mood, from stressed to downright anxious.
And on a last unrelated note - vegetarian sushi is yummy but despite not eating until nearly 7, it's 9:42pm and I could eat dinner again. Crap!
Bipolar post #84508450840 over.
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