My darling husband - while yes still employed (for now) has beat me home - 2 count 'em 2 evenings IN A ROW!! I know! Last night when he called and discovered for the second night in a row - in about - oh 7 years that he's beat me home he goes off on this rant about how I cannot "nag" him for working late.
Wha? You manage to get home before 8 Pm two nights in a row and I've got a major project dropped on my lap and suddenly you have a high horse upon which you preach? Oh no no no, Mr. Man. When you beat me home, tend to the dogs, feed them, make dinner, clean the kitchen and maybe pay a bill or two - then you can mount that horse... for now you're still looking at the tail end.
Of course I have the shovel.
I'm really starting to hate how my day starts... with a telecon from the guy who is usually pretty laid back - but now all of a sudden is main lining double espresso shots. Yeesh. I took my time off, now that I've been back I've 6 of 17 checklists done I've got another 6 in progress and I'm working on the last 5 - I've got another week to get all this done, I'm doing the best I can right now you bouncing in San Diego ain't making this go any faster. Oh - and had I had more than 15 freaking minutes notice - I too would be 1) further ahead and 2) more eager to get ahead on these checklists... but you didn't so you get what you get and pretty much live with it.
And now there is thunder outside... which means my commute home just got hosed... rain plus DC traffic equals slow crawl home... and another opportunity for Bubba to crow about getting home before midnight... then wondering what is for dinner.
It would be wrong to take vacation alone right? Yeah probably.
I'll just go get a manicure... :-)
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