Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2016-06-18 02:40:12 (UTC)

Like No Time Had Passed

Tired probably isn't the right descriptor for how exhausted I am right now. It's been a long day, but thankfully it's coming to an end. I'm writing early tonight so hopefully I can get to sleep a little earlier. I'm functioning on about 4 hours and it's pretty touch and go. I could fall asleep anywhere if I sat down long enough.

The 4 hours I did get were fitful at best. I kept waking up to check the time (a common issue I've been having lately), and I had a weird dream I've since forgotten. Whatever it was, it left me feeling a little agitated.

Work was work. Thank goodness it was a short day, because my brain was having a hell of a time focusing on the tasks at hand. The only saving grace was that it was somewhat steady and I had lots of customers to keep me occupied. For once, my sales were good. It's been a challenge having good sales days lately. It's also liberating not caring, though. I don't really care if I make a huge incentive. It's just money.

Sitting on the couch, looking out the window, waiting for Snookums and his parents to drive up the driveway was just about the most nerve-wracking endeavor I've embarked on in a long time. I was so nervous. The first few minutes they were here felt so uncomfortable. I wasn't sure what to say, or what to do. I was waiting for them to say something about the house, or the property. Anything back-handed or passive aggressive like Sue would. It never happened. And then I remembered that they aren't like that. They never have been. And it made me sad that over 6 years have passed since we've seen them. After the initial awkward moments, it was like no time had passed.

Keeny tried out jazz tonight. I could immediately tell by the look on his face, he didn't like it nearly as well as he liked ballet. During his water break, I asked him what he though and he confirmed my suspicions. He likes ballet better. So next week I'll get him enrolled in ballet for summer session and see how that goes. If he still enjoys it by the end of summer, we'll continue into the fall. I'm so proud of him for going outside his comfort zone and trying something most boys his age wouldn't dream of. I hope he takes it to a professional or semi-professional level, or at least develops a life long love of performing arts. Tonight there was an advanced ballet class going on in the class next door to Keenan's class, and I couldn't help but watch longingly. I miss dance. I'd love to be a dancer again. Maybe when the kids are older and I have more time for myself. It's hard enough juggling work and everyone else's schedules.

We had dinner at MOD with the grandparents. I don't think they enjoyed how loud it was, but they were impressed with the concept and liked the pizza. It wouldn't have been my first choice for dinner (with two almost 70 year olds), but they were good sports. Tomorrow they want to take us on a fancy dinner in honor of Snookums' graduation. So far no one has given me shit for being vegan, so I guess that's good. I'm not talking about it or bringing it up unless someone asks me about it.

I still need 1,994 steps to make my goal. Ugh, looks like I'll be going with Snookums on the evening dog walk. Damn me for setting goals for myself, and holding myself accountable. What's wrong with me?




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