Life, or something like it..

Has it really been two weeks?

Erg.  Has it really been two weeks since my last post? (grimace) Sorry about that folks..So I guess  I am apparently a "work" blogger.  Hmm.. big surprise.. I am guessing work is like homework - you always just *need* to clean your room just before a big paper or exam; unfortunately there are only a limited number of distractions at work, and those pesky cleaners seem to come every night.

Of course, it could be because of those limited number of distractions that I have time at work to blog (heaven forbid I do actual real work at the office).  At home I am spending whatever time I have trying desperately to keep up with all of the things we need to do, and to carve out some "fun time" with the little darlin' to leave much time for anything else.

Sigh.  And now that it looks like I will be taking a job where I work from home primarily, I think I am really going to have to look into that cloning option in order to be able to still have "me" time to feed my blogging habit.  Either that or figure out how to cyber implant an email interface into my brain so that I can post whilly nilly while doing unimporant things like grocery shopping, or shouting at the dumb ass that cut me off.

Has it been only a week?

God. Why the hell is it when something good is happening, it seems like time goes by in an instant. When things aren't so great, time seems to drag on and on. And time in hindsight seems way longer than time as you are passing through this.

So since my last post:

• it was my last day, but they did not confirm that until 6pm that evening, and thus not giving any time to hand over my work to anyone, or to say goodbye to anyone, thus causing me to have to go back the next day to wrap everything up on my own, being the good professional that I am (yuck).
• I signed all the legal paperwork, thus terminating my relationship fully and permanently with the company only to find out that they used the opportunity to screw me over one last time before my way out, and my lawyer missed that they were doing so (his oops cost me about $3K).
• got to have sugar therapy not once but twice since although I live in a relatively decent sized town they have an old fashioned ice cream stand just like there used to be at my old cottage.
• cooked about a ton of different dishes (marinated motz, potato salad, roasted red pepper dip, chickpea pate, trifle, aloha kabobs) for Canada Day at DH's aunts, and got to visit with about a million of his cousins (did I ever mention they are like rabbits? Right now we are averaging about a new cousin a year, although I figure that will increase soon enough).
• did about a million chores, including getting the pool up finally, weeded several of my gardens, did my banking, did grocery shopping (twice), diagnosed a computer, fixed a friend's modem, set up a badminton net, clothes shopped for the little darlin', organized a girl night for all the mom's at the playgroup, had my SIL, MIL and niece for dinner, went to a goodbye luncheon, went to a we are not hiring but we would like to hire you anyway lunch, went to play group (twice), had kids over to play, went to kids houses to play, and slept at least 5 minutes a night since the little darlin is popping a wisdom and is off.

Phew. Being an adult is rough!

Does anyone have cables to jumpstart my brain?

Is it really bad that its been long enough, and enough has happened, that I have to go look up where I last blogged before I can put up another post? Sigh.

My Head is going to explode

I guess I should have anticipated that my head would feel like it is going to explode on this my definitely maybe last day.. Of course, it might also have something to do with the fact that I can't even say goodbye to everyone, since nothing is signed yet..

I am totally loosing my mind.

Why is it when I am in my car, and totally incapable of posting (okay, that is not totally correct.  I could post via cell while driving, but I am not that addicted.. umm.. yet), I have the best posting topic ideas.  And yet, here in the cold light of day, when:

(a) I have a few minutes to spare between finishing the day's tasks, and waiting for the time to leave,

(b) I have access to internet connection faster than the speed of sludge,

(c) I don't have child/husband/cat underfood,

(d) its earlier than, say, midnight,

I get a total brain meltdown.  In about 1/2 hour, as I sit in traffic, I will once again have some wonderful ideas that will float off into the neather until I wander off to slumberland, at which point they will all flood back.

Waiting to flame out.

Well, the trek to the maternal parent unit managed to come about.  I love having weeks were you don't know if you will be able to get to leave until about 4hours before you are scheduled. (drip).  With of course, the associate nagging all week from everyone asking if you were going or not.  "I don't know if we are going to make it mom.  It really depends if today is the day that my company forces me into implosion.  May also be tommorow.. maybe next week".

Turns out it looks like it will be more like next week, so what the hell, lets take a few days vacation to rest up for the event.

I really need MLGCS to craft me a carefully worded letter (laugh) about what I think of them.

Oops.. there drops the other one..

Should have known that the Fates had a shoe collection of Prada...

Apparently they had a few extra pairs waiting to drop, since last night our water pump broke to the tune of $1000.. ick. Living in the country, a water pump is as necessary as air, so it's not a repair that you can put off...

Thank goodness it's payday..

And they wonder why we loose our minds after having kids..

I got a message from a friend on the weekend who's darling daughter is about a month younger than our little darlin'. Her and I went back to work on the same week, and are going through similar challenges trying to find that "work/life" balance that people keep claiming exists:

Hey all. Apologies for the lack of replying to email/phone calls. Stupid week. Spent the morning writing a stack of files. Asked myself on Thursday why I went back to work at all. Many times actually.  Bloody hell. I have no time for anything anymore. And boy am I crabby about it. Sigh.

Things gett crazy going back to work. With all the pregnancy/baby books out there, you would think there would be one which prepares those of us with no option about returning to work (at least not wihtout some serious lifestyle changes, and living with parent units at my age just really is no longer an option). I barely time find to breath these days.. sigh.. not that staying home is an option, so I guess I will just have to find a way to make it work. I am not sure if others have the same feeling, but these days I am always feeling like I am doing everything wrong. I don't have enough time to focus here at work, and with all the crap that is going on I really do need to spend the extra time here, but at the same time I get to spend almost no time with the little darlin' (to show how bad it is, now when someone says "where's mommy?" he waves... you know, like he waves to me as I drive away in the morning.. ARGH). In addition to that, it is not like there isn't a million chores at home to do (DH tries to help, but ultimately he is still a guy, and while he is great with Alex, he sucks at remembering/doing house chores, despite what he says).

And the crabbiness too - everything seems to make me furious these days.. even the stupid little things that after I go back to it a few hours later and realize I am over reacting, and yet they still piss me off.. argh.

I just have to keep telling myself:

You returned because you had to; because you love your job; because you want to be able to afford the things that the little darlin' needs without having to worry about where to get the money; and because you don't want to eat spam and macaroni every night.

Is the trick to just keep saying these to yourself over and over?.. I am sure there is a point that this gets easier... I hope..

A timely reminder

Jen

just gave me a timely

reminder, at a time when I was considering moving, why I endure an hour commute each way in order to live in the middle of no where, and have my own 50 acre park.

Original Posts from here on..

Here is a reprint of the closing post I put up on my MSN Spaces blog:

Hiddy ho!

I know that my blog has been rather thin the last few weeks, but that - as I posted earlier - was due to the fact that one of the main reasons that I started up blogging was for the feedback, then only to find out that MSN Spaces posters to only MSN account holders, which is fundamentally different than how I believe a "open to the world" blog should operate.

As such, it was pretty apparent that I would be porting my blog over to another site, and because of that I haven't been posting much because of the PITA (pain in the ass) factor involved with porting.

But hopefully that will all now change... I have finally found another site to host my blog, which hopefully will work better than here.

Hopefully I'll see you all over there.

Take care, and signing off,

Sasha

PS: Boy March 4th was a busy day, I found out when I ported everything...