The Week

Okay, I might have been slightly dramatic in my last post about this past week. The Controller at my client was on vacation and they asked me to work every day. I agreed and started dreading it a few weeks ago. Then on Sunday night, I had a little mini anxiety attack. The thought of dropping Clara off somewhere four days in a row made me want to vomit. Not because Clara doesn't like my mom (she loves her), not because my mom is anything less than the best (she's the best), just simply because I didn't want to be away from my little slice of sunshine for four straight days. However, I sucked it up and this week really wasn't all that bad. Not ideal, but not the torture I anticipated. Some things that kept me sane:

:+: I only worked 7-8 hour days. Normally I work 9-10 hour days. Getting home between 5-6 made a really big difference on my mood at the end of the day.

:+: Clara. We would pray every morning to be happy. Every day, the time flew by and we were both happy campers. When I would get to my mom's, she'd always say something to make me laugh.
M: She told Steven, "It's okay. If I get sad, I just think of the camels and it makes me really, really happy."
T: She got married then went to everyone to shake their hand and say, "Congratulations." (Can you tell we've been to four receptions in the last few months?)
W: She greeted me at the door, full costume (i.e. princess dress), bbq sauce on her face and exclaimed, "I love these chicken bones." (They were pork ribs, which my mom tried to explain to Clara, but she didn't believe it).
R: "I love my testimony. I do."

:+: This is going to make me sound like a prima donna, but oh well. My dad used to always call me that so I might as well live up to it. I have known about this week for a while and I knew the hardest thing (aside from my emotional issues) to deal with would be food. I rarely, if ever, make dinner on the days I work. Eight pm is just a little late for me to eat dinner. Yet I didn't want to go out at all. Plus, I rarely, if ever, eat lunch out. I always bring leftovers. So I decided I'd bribe my lovely mother to make us dinner. I told her I'd pay her extra if she would make us dinner this week. She agreed and so we ate like royalty every night. Pork roast, lettuce wraps, ribs and coconut chicken curry (Mom, I need this recipe, it was SO SO good). What's better than eating good food? Not having to go grocery shopping, not having to prepare it and not having to do the dishes.

:+: Knowing it was temporary. I don't know how others do this week after week. I didn't mind that I didn't do an ounce of housework all week, because I have all weekend and next week. If I had to do this week after week, neglecting the housework wouldn't be okay.

:+: Taking Friday off. I took the day off for a wedding that was moved to Saturday after I requested the day off. However, I didn't exactly volunteer to work after the wedding was moved. I am so glad I didn't. We're planning to have a fun day tomorrow.

Not too bad, but I'm glad it's over.