Am I allowed to say that even though I'm not from the UK? Well, whatever, I'm using it because it expresses perfectly how wiped out I am before I even begin all the insanity that this weekend will bring.
If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen this....
Immensely flattered my old boss who "retired" a few months ago just called & asked me to some work for her on the side.
— Gigi (@gigirambles) September 25, 2012
Let me backtrack. It all began a week or two ago, when she called for some reason or another and we were chatting. She was telling me about her new venture and mentioned how much she missed having her secret weapon (me) around to do research for her. Apparently, the person she was using on an intermittent basis wasn't very thorough or fast enough for her. I mentioned that all she had to do was ask and that I'd help her out in any way I could. And the conversation moved on. Basically, she's happy and doesn't miss us enough to come back. *sigh*
Fast forward to three days ago, when she called again. This time she came asking if I could help her. She offered cash. I agreed. Although, to be completely truthful, even if she hadn't offered cash I would have still helped her out. I love working with her and I've always considered her a friend.
It's not heavy lifting by any stretch of the imagination, but it's exhaustive. And we are on a deadline. I've been working on it where I can and I'm frustrated that my real job is taking time away from working on her project. Which means that her project is cutting into my "blog time."
And then my boy, my beautiful Man-Child decided to come home this weekend to celebrate his birthday a few days early and wants to have friends over (oh my hell - I do not have time for the housecleaning, cooking - oh wait, I don't do that part - etc. that comes from having friends over!). This sneaky MC, informed us that he was coming, much to our delight, a few days ago. And then he pulled a fast one on us. He said he was coming home via the bus system that the school offers, which meant he'd get here about 9:30 tonight. When I got home from work, around 5:30 guess who was already here? Apparently, his roommate was coming home this weekend too and since he had to drive right by here he dropped MC off.
No one was home when he arrived. So he called his dad. And while talking to him, Hubby asked if he'd bought his ticket yet. We have it set up so that we can see MC's bank account and Hubby had noticed that as of this morning there hadn't been any charges to the account*. When MC said he hadn't, Hubby geared up to read him the riot act about how what would he do if the bus was full because of his lollygagging around. And that's about the time that MC told him he was already home.
All of this is my roundabout way of saying that if I don't seem to be around on the 'Net so much for a bit, I hope you'll remember - it's not you, it's me. I've got too much to do and not enough time to do it.
And if that isn't enough - I STILL haven't bought the birthday boy his gift yet. *sigh*
*For those of you with kids in high school this might be something to look into doing....go ahead and get the kid a bank account with a debit card - but have the accounts linked so that you can watch the activity (to keep them from overdrawing on the account - nobody needs that) online. This way the kid learns how to handle "air money" vs. cash. We did this when MC was either a sophomore or a junior (I can't remember) and it has been a great lesson that he didn't have to learn the hard way.