At long last, things may be stabilizing. It isn’t a holiday. No one is sick. There is no strange, icy precipitation outside. I’ve actually been where I’m “supposed” to be for 3 whole days in a row. My first normal day back to work I was actually happy. That feeling left me quick enough. You see, in order to save money, they’re condensing floors in our building, 3rd edition. About 2 weeks before Xmas, my group had to box all our stuff and move to new offices where we will be located until we move again to our final new offices…..on the same floor in the next few months. In the meantime, cubes are being dismantled and in some areas, new walls are being built. Because that’s all cheap and money-saving, dontcha know. Since this is the third time we’ve been condensed, many new offices will be even smaller (because nothing is more motivating at work than being in not only a cubicle, but a smaller cubicle). I’m lucky. I get to stay in one of the “regular-sized” offices. Because geologists are special or something. I’m not complaining, but I do have survivors’ guilt.
So now work is like a noisy clown car. It’s hot and dusty and there’s often a line for the bathrooms. It’s like the world’s most depressing concert. And y’all should see the ice machine on my floor. I cannot, will not use it. I’m thinking about calling in an anonymous tip to the health department. And in light of all the inconsiderate creeps who insist on microwaving fish, I opted to heat up my cabbage rolls today. I see your stink and raise you one, dammit! Of course, I had to sneak into the breakroom 20 minutes before lunch, as my floor has a ton of people on it now and only 2 microwaves. Most days I just eat my shit cold.
For some reason I’ve been obsessed with cabbage rolls since I finally broke down and made some before Xmas. I had always thought they required a horrendous amount of time and work. Not so much. Good to know.
And in the midst of all this, I’m fighting the ADHD fight, as both kids seem to be having difficulties. For Stella it’s mostly social. For Felix it’s academic – or whatever you want to call that for pre-K. The kid is smart – I know he’s smart – but he simply will not come out of imaginationland in his head to bother with trivial things, such as his ABCs. And while he’s guaranteed a spot at their magnet school next year based on sibling preference, he will NOT be admitted if he can’t pass some kind of screening test. So I’m twisting in the wind about all of this. Do we need different, stronger meds? Should I try to push to get my son an IEP to maybe give him an edge or extra accomodation for the test? I just don’t know.
And cookies. My glob, the cookies.
I She is selling a ton. The totals are far exceeding what I would have thought. Our last day to sell will be Saturday, so yes, I will be dragging my soggy Brownie Girl Scout through the last 2 streets of our neighborhood selling cookies in the forecasted storms.
And then I’m planning the Dude’s 5th birthday party, which is less than a month away. Oh, and I’m designing a Mardi Gras float for him with a wagon as a base, since the pre-Kers get to put on a parade for the rest of the school, with each float (preferably) having a storybook theme. So instead of just dousing my MomWagon (you know, those collapsible canvas wagons that are the absolute merde) with tinsel and beads, we’re going to make a damn storybook wagon float. Why be boring when you can be stressed and creative?
I need to sit quietly and go knit. I’ve been promising Stella I’d finish this scarf before spring.