Thursday, January 29, 2009
It just keeps getting better and better......
does anyone have another joint?.....
Yes, I know, I'm just being a little ornery here. And, for that I apologize. Honestly, I don't really want to smoke a joint. Some gin might be nice though. Remember....I'm 50.
Here's the deal--the weather has been nasty, the traffic has been shitty and my once wonderful days at the office are not as wonderful. My days are long, my nights are short, I have a pain in my back and I have eaten more chocolate in the past 24 hours than I've eaten in the past year (when I was 49). Plus, I had a pretty wild hot flash yesterday. Immediately afterwards, I remembered---I'm 50. After that...more chocolate.
Of course, there is some good news. Vince is driving home tonight to spend Super Bowl weekend in Pittsburgh. Which means that his room needs cleaned out within the next 10 hours...even though I have to go to work in a few hours and probably not return until God knows what time. (Yes, I've been storing some Christmas decor in his room....sorry...it just never made it to the Christmas storage room) And, of course, there's the whole "he's driving over the mountains in January" stress that I'll have to deal with later today. Not just my own stress--Carmen's too. He'll drive me insane with his pacing and anxiety and fidgiting. And, let's not forget the three square meals a day I'll be making each day in addition to the Super Bowl extravanga buffet itself. And, surely, there will be extra messes that will come with all that cooking and eating. And, here I am....I'm 50.
Not that I won't be thrilled to see my magic eyed boy again. Because I will. I haven't seen him since I was 49. Yet, amid all that happiness I'll be feeling, there will be picking his socks up off the floor, refereeing the ongoing inane battle between him and his sister and figuring out the schedules and agendas that go along with the weekends of my regular life. Nope, it's not easy having it all....especially when you're trying to fit in being 50 too.
And, oh yeah...there's that little game on Sunday! God forbid I forget that! As if my life could get any more complicated in the next 72 hours. All I gotta say is this--those Steelers better win because I'm telling you--I am not going to put up with miserable people. In fact, I demand that they win. For me.
Because I'm 50.