There goes the weekend

Remember that to do list that I had from last weekend?  Yeah, well, a lot of it was going to carry over to this weekend.  I had plans to spend time on Saturday with H because her kids were with their dad, and the resuming of Sunday night dinner (the girls gather here and we watch Gray’s Anatomy after dinner–tradition left over from when it actually aired on Sundays!), but other than that the weekend was mine.  I could change out the closets, work in the yard, watch a movie, CLEAN THE HOUSE, clean the back room, and so on.

First, H has the kids.  No biggie, when she drops the youngest off for a bowling birthday party the oldest will bowl with the two of us.  Then today I found out that one of our locations is going to be extremely short handed tomorrow and they really need workers.  So somehow I felt guilty enough to get roped in.

I really need to work on my guilt issues.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind helping, and since I’ll be back by 4 I will be able to meet H and the kids for dinner–albeit at Cici’s Pizza, home of the gastronomy nightmare.  But we have to be in the company car and on the road no later than 730 am, a time which I am usually starting to hit the snooze bar because I don’t get up until 8.

Let’s just say I don’t do mornings well, and I’m not looking forward to the hours tomorrow.  Well, to be fair, it’s not that I don’t do mornings well it’s more that I just don’t wake up well regardless of the time.  6 am, 9 am, if I haven’t had enough sleep it’s all bad.  I do get a comp day to use in the future, woohoo, but I still not looking forward to it.  Plus 90 miles each way with a girl I barely know, and I have to drive.

I would so take that comp day on Monday if next week wasn’t the week from hell.  Maybe I can make Memorial Day a four day weekend???

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