I stayed at work way too late and still had hot items on my Post-It when I brought my laptop home.
While stopping at my favorite taco drive-thru, I decided to treat myself to a Pepsi (instead of said candy). The woman screwed up and gave me a giant Mt. Dew. My first thought…YES! I enjoyed it, a lot!
I got the most bang for my night: laundry, dishes, clean kitchen, dog for a walk, read a couple of chapters FOR FUN, balanced my checkbook, and got two hours work of work in. If you’re keeping score, that’s one item off the hot item list and a lot of work for other things that aren’t on the list, but still aren’t finished.
From my husband: You’re still working? Yes, I can’t get this email to go through. Did the error message say, ‘You have too much hate in this message so it won’t go through?’
I need to go to work early tomorrow because I’m in a meeting for the next two days. Working until 11 pm is going to make it DIFFICULT to try to get up any earlier than this pregnant body thinks is possible.
Still didn’t get those pictures uploaded. As I left work tonight, I added that to my list of things to do tonight. Nuts.
I should really remember my water bottle tomorrow, especially since I’ll be stuck in a conference room.
Who arranges a three-day meeting and doesn’t tell you where it’s at?
There better be breakfast at this meeting. That’s the fastest way to a pregnant woman’s heart, especially when she’s a little concerned about losing so much desk time.
