Trying to be...
2003-08-13 - 8:35 a.m.
Yesterday was my first day back after vacation. I have to hand it to my staff, they totally held shit together for me and I didn't walk in to any major fire-storms....but you know, vacation rocks.
Last night I got home at 8:45 - scrambled to make some dinner, then ate it so fast that I didn't feel full and thus ended up snacking a lot. This happens to me often when I have these late dinners (and I know how to solve the problem, but alas, I seem not to implement these strategies). So by the time I finish eating and go through that regular "decompress from the day" shift into home-mode, its already 10pm. D is falling asleep on the floor, and I'm still all hyped up. Watch a little QE til 11, then off to bed, where he immediately falls to slumber, and I stay up reading for an hour or so.
Now its morning, and we are both scrambling to get to work on time. I'm doing my "ease in to the day" ritual of checking email, Bust, and writing here all while drinking my coffee and eating my breakfast (today, a big bowl of canteloupe with cottage cheese. A perfect "its hot and humid" kind of breakfast in my book). But its like, where is the free time? Either I need to start getting up earlier (yeah right) or something.
Next week may be better, I will be covering the office early so I only have to work until 8pm one night (that will be a long-mother-fucking day, however...as I will need to be there from 9am until 8pm. Ah, the joys of being the boss yet having to cover for a teeny-tiny staff!)
Man, if I could afford to only work part-time, I would be a happy happy woman.....I already have a list of how I would spend my free hours.
