Well, tomorrow is my day off. And, technically since tomorrow will be here in 15 minutes, I will start celebrating now. I am celebrating by blogging.
Today, I went to work late. I told them I would most likely be late, but would do my best to be on time. Hosting/leading a LLL meeting, I was not about to brush anyone aside after the meeting who had questions and I was not going to go rushing up SR63 to try to get to work. Could you imagine that ticket?
"Gee, Officer. I'm sorry I was doing 90mph in a 60mph zone. I was in a hurry to get to McDonald's."
I'm sure that would go over well.
Anyway, as it turns out, I did have a mom with a few questions/concerns that she wanted to run by me and I took the time needed to assure her that she and her baby are on the right track and gave a few suggestions to a couple of other questions she had.
M had to leave right away and C booked it out of there so I had to make multiple trips to load the van back up. (I had to make multiple trips to unload as well.) A offered to help, but she had her baby in a sling so I didn't accept it. The stuff is heavy and bulky. Hopefully, by next month, I will be able to use the wagon.
Anyway, after talking with the mom, loading the van, and driving down a rainy, slick road, I made it to work at 5:37pm. So, I will make sure that on the 3rd Tuesday of the month I am not scheduled to go to work until 6:00pm
The dryer is now broken so we are now reliant 100% on the line with no back-up dryer.
There is milk building up in the fridge again so I need to make cheese. I'll make mozzarella and we'll have pizza tomorrow night. (Note to self. This also means making dough.)
I need to get back into Weight Watchers before I start going backwards. Right now, I am bouncing up and down 3-4 pounds.
And, I just now found out that the Dyson is broken. Charlie was vacuuming and dropped the vacuum. Not his fault, but still annoying. On that note, I am going to bed and going to dream sweet dreams of a duct-taped Dyson.