I woke up thinking it was Wednesday. All freaking day, its been Wednesday. Its not Wednesday, not by a long shot… well, maybe a long shot, but its still not Wednesday. This isn’t good.
I get some of the kiddos off to school and prepare the rest of the herd for their day. I do a quickie drive by online and head out the door, prepared to come back home for two hours of peace and quiet with me, my dog, my laptop and my coffee. I sit down, all ready to get some work done and I see myself in the reflection of my laptop screen.
I. Look. Like. Shit.
No worries, I’m at home and my dog loves me just as I am… or so she says. I continue upon my planned 15 second mission of upgrading a site. 1.5 hours later, I throw my hands up in disgust because I’m obviously not meant to work on computers today. Its just not happening. Never upgrade a site on a pseudo-Wednesday.
My peaceful interlude is over and I have to retrieve some spawn. We all get back and play with our new dollhouse for a bit, then the attention turns right back to Little Mermaid, so I sneak 10 feet away and get to work, again. I do some sort of attempt at cleaning , give up, and sit down again to discover that my advisor has commented upon my latest paper… in a very nice way, he said that it was adequate. Not brilliant, not stunning, just “ok” and within the specifications. Poo. The 2 week plague obviously did have an effect on my brain. Adequate isn’t good enough.
I manage to finally look at myself in the mirror, only to discover that I still look like crap. I’m not a vain person, but damn, I know there were some women at the school who were laughing at me.
The next few hours are a blur. Somewhere between homework, screaming children, computer duties, freelance bids, book and journal research and dinner preparation, I managed to discover I also have 4 zits on my temple. The temple that is glaringly obvious due to my funky ass hair that I never even bothered to try to fix, thereby enabling the Stepford mothers’ laughter at my expense. Next time, I’m going to wear my halloween costume and hiss at them.
So, finally, dinner is done and the house is clean and my friend, The Q, from Fashion, evolved, gives me a little present…
Its time for bed, my friends. Tomorrow is Wednesday, after all.