I had a fabulous time last night helping pre-launch a local business. There was wine, I wore black pumps and stockings (oh, and a snazzy dress), and Superman was there, too. I can really get into this part of work. I’m actually pretty shocked that not all of Stepford is, well, Stepford. Even when they kind of epitomize all that Stepford is about. This family of entrepreneurs I work with has really kind of tilted my thinking about this area. Who knew?
Anyway… September is almost over, and I couldn’t be happier. Historically, everything goes to shit for me in September and I can’t tell you how many times that Green Day song plays in my head throughout the month.
But, its over…ish.
This week has been busy, surreal, unbelievable. From the bizarre birthday dinner where I really began to feel sorry for Martian to the work stuff swirling around me, the insights of a 14 year old, and, well, unrelationship issues, I’m ready to throw in the towel on this month and a few other things. Also, I’m crampy, need a nap and foot rub.
I’m also ignoring the fact that the 29th is supposed to be pretty fucked up, according to every astrologer out there. I’m hoping I already got hit with that energy and don’t have to go rob a bank or something… although, then I’d have something fun to do this weekend. Hmmm.
So, its my first weekend of being single and not crazy, without the kids. I have big, big plans…
Bonus to the visitation schedule… every other Friday, I get to enjoy that it IS Friday, and I have 48 hours of very little responsibility. Its the little things, yo.