Working During My Vacation

Yeah. That's the title and that's what's going on and it really, really sucks. I was supposed to be off from this past Friday to the first Monday in January. I made all sorts of plans and thought of activities to do with the children. These have all been put aside so that I can make some stupid-ass deadline that has nothing to do with me. Nice.

Friday was awful. I mean, it was probably the worst day of work I've ever had. I got up planning to help out with some items (4:45am was when I logged on). After several phone calls and major blow-ups, I logged off at 11:02 am (oh, did I mention? I had to be at the Babe's school at 11:00am to help with their Christmas party?). I left, scrambling to get Indy into the car with coat and supplies. We manned the party for about an hour, then left to do some major grocery shopping. The shopping left me tired and needing additional supplies from a separate store.

Indy and I hit up Mickey D's and ate lunch in the car, waiting for the babe to get out of school. Then, it was on to the next store for more groceries. Upon my return home, I put all the bags of groceries on the counters and then. Ring! Ring! Work.

I worked from 3:00pm till damn near 6:00pm. I was so tired! The girls were running around trying to kill each other, I had frozen pizzas defrosting on my counter and the phone just wouldn't stop.

I'll be working for the next three days of my vacation off and on. I am so not happy.

(More to come later...gotta work).