Decisions, decisions -
Oct. 31st, 2006 07:00 amGo get a Halloween costume, or a fifth-wedding anniversary present?
That's the amount of time I had spare yesterday. At lunch, no less.
By the time I went to bed last night, I wasn't putting entire sentences together anymore.
Last homestudy visit is this Friday - when the social worker comes to MAH HOUSE. And have I even looked at the back bedroom most of this year? C'mon. Want an exercise in frustration? If you wanted proof that I've gotten process fatigue over this whole idea, that's the place to view it.
No, I have no books to give out tonight. Never got to the back house to do the purge. Tonight, between trick or treaters, I plan to dismantle the kitchen and sort out what we're using and what we're not. That's the food, people. We've acquired so much detritus in the cupboards that we're leaving things we actually plan to eat soon on the counters. *facesmacks*
Oh, that's peachy. No, I don't think so.
And Moveon's offices called me three times last night, proof that the mad mad flying data monkeys are just a bit behind the curve. If I wasn't so conversant with their process, I might have been miffed.
As it was, I was very sympathetic. Wonder why.
That's the amount of time I had spare yesterday. At lunch, no less.
By the time I went to bed last night, I wasn't putting entire sentences together anymore.
Last homestudy visit is this Friday - when the social worker comes to MAH HOUSE. And have I even looked at the back bedroom most of this year? C'mon. Want an exercise in frustration? If you wanted proof that I've gotten process fatigue over this whole idea, that's the place to view it.
No, I have no books to give out tonight. Never got to the back house to do the purge. Tonight, between trick or treaters, I plan to dismantle the kitchen and sort out what we're using and what we're not. That's the food, people. We've acquired so much detritus in the cupboards that we're leaving things we actually plan to eat soon on the counters. *facesmacks*
Oh, that's peachy. No, I don't think so.
And Moveon's offices called me three times last night, proof that the mad mad flying data monkeys are just a bit behind the curve. If I wasn't so conversant with their process, I might have been miffed.
As it was, I was very sympathetic. Wonder why.