Just in time

The long weekend couldn't have come at a better time. I mean I know there are many times when by Wednesday I'm so knackered, I wish it were Thanksgiving week. This time I have a laundry list of high-priority things to do - and we're not even talking things like "tackle organize my closet" here -

• Difficult conversations to have
• Accusations to make
• Fences to mend
• Fights to hash out
• Anger to leave behind
• Harsh words to eat
• Owning up to do

It's not going to be easy, but I hope I'm strong enough to do it.

A weekend of lessons

• Sometimes men ARE allowed to look smug.
• Loudly giggling at this every couple of minutes may not exactly be the best thing to do. Especially with a husband who's reading this sitting across the room from you.
• In public restrooms of questionable hygiene, open the tap BEFORE you get soap on your hands.
• You know when you're watching a scary movie and you cover your eyes, you have a serious urge to peek? IGNORE the same urge when in said public restrooms of questionable hygiene.
• When you're going to be irritable for something like this - you'd better come up with a "real" reason for that craziness emotion or better still, zip it.
• When you have a "feeling" something bad is going to happen, you don't have to keep pushing things so something does.
• It's ok to occasionally cry over nothing and tell yourself those are "cleansing" tears.
• You look forward to Monday not because you love your job (well maybe that too) but just as a (good) sign the weekend is over.

Fire on the mountain......run, run, run...

Except there was neither a fire, nor a mountain. Only an out of breath me running to silence the fire alarm. Every 5 minutes.
Apparently our neighbours got their carpets steam cleaned. And our fire alarm thinks our house is filled with Carbon Monoxide and we should "move to fresh air".
Either that or the alarm's trying to indicate a low battery.
Whichever it is, I spent all afternoon today climbing on a chair every 5 minutes, to stand on my toes and reach up with a pen to push the "silence" button. When I finally gave up and got the husband involved, he just reached up and removed the battery.
Duh!

WWLD?

On days...
...when you're exhausted and it isn't even noon yet?
...when you realise (after explaining something to someone for an hour) that talking is work too?
...when you wish the phone would stop ringing for a bit?
...when you wish instead of a sweater, that was a comforter around you?
...when you finally go to bed and you're suddenly wide awake?