I survived the busiest time of the year for my office, not only did I have my fiscal year end. Annual Meetings at the main office, but we had our “fair”. Which is basically a week of hell.
Saturday the 16th – 7:00 to 6:00
Sunday – 4:00 to 7:00
Monday – 7:00 to 3:00 - and then 6 to 7:00
Tuesday – 7:00 to midnight
Wednesday 7:00 to 11:30 – - shoveled shit for two hours – ruined my favorite pair of tennis shoes.
Thursday – 6:30 to 11:00 – made close to $12K at an auction for my company.
Friday – 6:30 to 12:30 - -this is the day that nosammyno was taken to the vet and not brought home. I miss her greatly…but it was time. I know it in my head, but in my heart, not so much. miss her (don’t tell the hubby, he’ll never let me live it down.) The girl is missing sammy, she claimed her collar and put it on her stuffed animal Lucy… Hard day. and I stayed on the grounds while we were under a server storm warning, and had high winds, etc, administered first aid to a lady who freaked out while in the concrete bathroom…all the while I was SOAKED to the bone; lets just say the county sheriff gave me crap the next day because he was impressed I could dry out and clean up – ruined a second pair of shoes.
Saturday – 6:45 to 7:00 PM
Sunday – 9:00 to 4:00
and then I have a full week this week…I am exhausted.
So you want to know why my filter isn’t working? Because I’m sick of people whining, complaining, and making it all about them, and not seeing the big picture. I’m tired of staff not doing what they are supposed to do, and making up their own rules.
Pan turns 11 today, he came into this world via emergency c-section at 12:58 AM on July 14th. He is an amazing kid!
Wow. 11.
When I was pregnant with him, I couldn’t wait for him to be here.
I couldn’t wait for him to take naps, sleep through the night, hold his bottle, eat baby food, and then table food.
I couldn’t wait for him to crawl, and then walk, I couldn’t wait for him to use his words.
I couldn’t wait for him to like books, and read on his own.
I couldn’t wait for him to be able to walk to and from school.
I couldn’t wait for him to be able to do more things for himself….
and now I’m wondering why I have spent 11 year of his life rushing the stage he was in.
Why didn’t I just enjoy rocking him to sleep.
Whey didn’t I just enjoy reading “Good Night Moon” and “Guess How much I love you?” a million times over.
Why didn’t I just enjoy that he needed me and wanted me to walk with him to school, or make sure the daycare got him there?
In this – his 11th year – I promise to quiet the little voice in my head that says “I can’t wait for him to….” I am going to enjoy this stage, and this time of where he is cool with giving me a huge hug and kiss before I leave and when I come home. That telling me “love you, Mom” in front of friends, is still okay.
I’m not wishing this year away little man, I’m glad you are at the stage you are. And I’m proud of all that you have accomplished and all that you can do. You are one amazing kid, very talented and you are “awesomesauce”. Love you much!
Happy Birthday, Pan!
