There used to be a saying -
Jul. 28th, 2010 03:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgWhen something is in a good state or condition, it was 9% of your day. But let it go into an unhappy or stressed condition or state - it suddenly becomes 90% of your day.
I can vouch for that. No, the reasons aren't all that important and I like y'all too much to say.
Friday can't get here soon enough. That's pretty sad, considering I get pissy when something doesn't OCD its way into place fast enough to suit me right now. Routines at night? Is that nightlight in the right place? Do you have the show queued up? Books ready? Water bottle filled up...go!
Hour by hour. But now, it's working. Somehow, in the time passing, the message is getting through that bedtime is not time for us to leave you in the dark and go do Fun Things without you, but to rest and go to sleep. Yes, there is still finagling and amazing feats of stalling, but the yackity smack is stopping.
I've made birthday party invitations. I'm sending them to school tomorrow, and mailing the balance Friday. All hail Publisher, which makes me look AWESOME for free.
Kid asked for both of us to pick him up at preschool tonight. I'm a little flattered, but when I agreed to it - he just lit up like a box of fireworks. Yikes. All of a sudden I have the kid who doesn't want me to leave him in the mornings, just like the other parents. Looks forward to seeing me at night. This is a relief in places nothing else reaches, lemme tellya.
So now I have time and mental space to process the stuff that's been waiting for me in the queue. Namely, my past coming back to visit and do I really want to pick any part of that back up again? Could I? Successfully, I mean.
It's not the mean stuff I'm worried about. It's 'people the leaving again without telling me why stuff' that wrecks me. They're not anything. They're just gone. *sighs*
And of course, there are all of the things you'd love to share - but can't because they aren't here anymore. While I am grateful as hell for these - things - I am having a good dose of survivors guilt because I have a brain and it works very well. My memory, let me show you it.
I'd like to win the lottery. I'd like to have a second calendar parallel to my own that would allow me to jump onto its track for a day or so at a time without impacting the one I MUST do. (The parallel one has hot tubs, wine and long naps on it.)
I'm looking forward to having writing time instead of turning on the DS which loads in five seconds and playing Pokemon to wind down at night. BTW, I *hate* zubats and tentcools. LOATHE.
And movie industry? I can't afford 3D movies, okay? 2D is just fine for my eyes and my budget would definitely appreciate it if the major releases came that way, okay? Thanks. *grumbles*
Is it Friday yet?
I can vouch for that. No, the reasons aren't all that important and I like y'all too much to say.
Friday can't get here soon enough. That's pretty sad, considering I get pissy when something doesn't OCD its way into place fast enough to suit me right now. Routines at night? Is that nightlight in the right place? Do you have the show queued up? Books ready? Water bottle filled up...go!
Hour by hour. But now, it's working. Somehow, in the time passing, the message is getting through that bedtime is not time for us to leave you in the dark and go do Fun Things without you, but to rest and go to sleep. Yes, there is still finagling and amazing feats of stalling, but the yackity smack is stopping.
I've made birthday party invitations. I'm sending them to school tomorrow, and mailing the balance Friday. All hail Publisher, which makes me look AWESOME for free.
Kid asked for both of us to pick him up at preschool tonight. I'm a little flattered, but when I agreed to it - he just lit up like a box of fireworks. Yikes. All of a sudden I have the kid who doesn't want me to leave him in the mornings, just like the other parents. Looks forward to seeing me at night. This is a relief in places nothing else reaches, lemme tellya.
So now I have time and mental space to process the stuff that's been waiting for me in the queue. Namely, my past coming back to visit and do I really want to pick any part of that back up again? Could I? Successfully, I mean.
It's not the mean stuff I'm worried about. It's 'people the leaving again without telling me why stuff' that wrecks me. They're not anything. They're just gone. *sighs*
And of course, there are all of the things you'd love to share - but can't because they aren't here anymore. While I am grateful as hell for these - things - I am having a good dose of survivors guilt because I have a brain and it works very well. My memory, let me show you it.
I'd like to win the lottery. I'd like to have a second calendar parallel to my own that would allow me to jump onto its track for a day or so at a time without impacting the one I MUST do. (The parallel one has hot tubs, wine and long naps on it.)
I'm looking forward to having writing time instead of turning on the DS which loads in five seconds and playing Pokemon to wind down at night. BTW, I *hate* zubats and tentcools. LOATHE.
And movie industry? I can't afford 3D movies, okay? 2D is just fine for my eyes and my budget would definitely appreciate it if the major releases came that way, okay? Thanks. *grumbles*
Is it Friday yet?
