|Apropos of Nothing...
||[Jun. 23rd, 2011|08:27 am]
Now there's a cliche you hardly ever hear anymore. I'm going to try and resurrect some of these moldy oldies. Because if I hear "at the end of the day" one more time, I'm going to plotz. |
Because my freaking job isn't hard enough...they've closed down Cedar Lane Bridge for repairs for the summer. Which means instead of having 2 months of breezy commuting because the Catholic school I have to pass (with its lines of helicopter parents who've never heard of carpools dropping off their spawn)is closed...my commute now takes 45 minutes in the morning. To go 12 miles. And 8 of those miles are on 270 where I can go a speed somewhat higher than the speed limit. So, 40 minutes to 4 miles. How awesome is that?
Yes, I still have no attention span to devote to finishing any of long posts that I have sitting in Drafts. Right now, every fiber of my being is devoted to: MOM VISIT. I know she loves me, and she doesn't mean to judge...but she will. In my rational moments, I don't fault her for this. I do it to. It's genetic and unkind and we try NOT to. But it happens. The difference is -- I judge and have to laugh because I judge myself at the same time and usually come up short. My mother, on the other hand, tends to, at least on the surface, have it together. She gets dressed in the morning and she always looks great. Neat as a pin, totally accessorized, great fashion sense...and will look that way all day.
To a certain extent, I've semi-solved with Chico's Travelers, aka Garanimals for Adult Women. And it's all black in my closet, so I can fake the matching. But I get to work and realize that I got earrings on, but forgot rings or necklace. Yesterday I got the rings and necklace, but got to the ladies room and realized I forgot earrings. Already I've spilled something on my skirt. There are cat hairs sticking to one calf and when I opened up my breakfast snack when I got to work there was an ant in it.
I feel as if I was switched at birth.
And my self-esteem is already feeling a bit shredded, so I'm dangerously vulnerable to taking it seriously. So, I've got a couple of hours to gird up.
It's not helped by me struggling with opening up the new hand soap this morning -- I'm always baffled by the pump dispensers that you have to rotate around until they pop up. There I am, turning and turning and hey is that the right direction? No...yes...I dunno...until eventually it pops up and I'm not really sure how I made it happen. Today, though, was a stellar moment. I didn't struggle all that long and finally it popped up - BINK! Shooting a was of soap directly into my EYE.
Because shaky self-esteem is definitely bolstered by having a big red itchy eye.