crankyWORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK.
Mentally sigh while smiling every time the door is opened and someone says, "Can I just..." Eat a 15-minute lunch.
WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK.
Manage to get most of the last-minute projects done. You hope. Worry about everything that still needs to get done and realize that when your off-site colleague arrives in the morning you will probably get handed multiple last-minute projects again. Mentally sigh and work late. Realize that you are crabby as hell with hunger.
Arrive home to find no dinner on the table but daughter dressed head-to-toe in black including full face and head mask, saying "Mama! I'm a ninja spy!" and son handing you several hand-drawn animal cards so you can check out his jungle inhabitants. Make and eat dinner. Nearly pick a fight with your husband but manage to just barely restrain yourself. Work on presentation. Read blogs. Get kids ready for bed and read 3 chapters of The Woodshed Mystery to them. Work on web pages. Make phone calls. Answer emails. Edit book. Write this pedestrian and unsatisfying post. Wonder if 9 p.m. is too early to go to bed.
Hope that tomorrow is a better day.
