Manic Monday

I had one of those Mondays, y’all. You know the kind. Work is crazy. Emails are piling up. Phone is ringing off the hook.

Then they decide they have to do a system reboot because the system sucks, but it sucks every day, so how can we even tell the difference?

On top of all this, I wanted to leave early, but I couldn’t because we were so busy and the reboot put me behind.

Then there’s the whole reason I wanted to leave early. It would seem the teenager has a spring popping up through his mattress and so we need to buy him a new one. The mattress store is open until 8 p.m., but I really don’t want to spend my entire evening mattress shopping.

Come to think of it, I can think of a ton of other things I’d rather spend money on than a mattress. This adulting stuff is bullshit.

In addition to a mattress, the kiddo apparently also needs new sheets. He has two sets that he alternates, but both of his fitted sheets have giant holes worn through them. You’d think he would’ve mentioned this sooner. You’d be wrong.

We didn’t discover the state of his sheets until we were pulling them off to look at this mattress. Apparently, in Teenageland, this doesn’t even merit a blip on the “I-probably-should-tell-Mom-about-this” radar. Since I make him do his own laundry, I would have no other way of knowing about the condition of the fitted sheets.

So in the process of making him responsible for his own shit, I’ve learned that he hasn’t changed that much since he was nine years old and announced on a Sunday night that he had a project due on Monday.

At 8:00 p.m.

That he had known about for a week.

And he needed a poster board.

Just when the new episode of The Walking Dead was starting.

So in the middle of the frenzied incoming phone calls, emails, and new work…my supervisor walks in and hands me something else to work on, because someone else dropped the ball.

I ended up working late, so the mattress shopping had to be postponed for at least another day. Maybe I can use that as an excuse for the state of my house as well…it seriously looks like one of the circles of Hell.

To top it off, after the system reboot, I was unable to perform one of the major components of my job and kept getting an error message.

So after finally leaving work and feeling completely frustrated and exhausted, I decided that cooking was the LAST thing I would be doing. So there goes my diet.

All this is to say…I don’t have an awesome new blog post for you.

Just this.

Join me for a drink?