...wait, what weekend?
Sunday, October 27, 2013
This weekend was my last "free" weekend for a while. I have to work every single weekend in November. I'm NOT looking forward to that. Husband gets the results of his MRI on Tuesday. We are anticipating that he will have to have surgery, and if that is the case, we have decided we will put in notice at a long-term cleaning job we've been doing for the past five years. The homeowner is already being kind of a dick about it. He's a wonderful guy...as long as things are going his way. When it looks as though he's going to be inconvenienced, he becomes shockingly unsympathetic about what anyone else may be going through. He's done this a couple of times before. When this kind of thing happens, he also makes sure to remind us how well he pays us (and I swear if he does it again, I'm going to remind him that we do a PERFECT job when we clean and that we also earn every single cent that we make), and if he balks any more about "only giving 40 days notice" like he started to the other day, I will tell him most employers find two weeks sufficient and that over a month is more than adequate. And furthermore... Don't piss off the people who help you out. I'm at the point that I just don't care, I CAN'T care, and if he starts acting like a jerk about it I will just tell him, "You know what, we aren't going to wait until the end of November. We're done as of NOW." So, naturally, I've been dreading that discussion, if surgery is the case. On the one hand, I'm just at the end of my rope with everything, so I don't have that much motivation left to care, but on the other hand, we've been working with him for 5 seasons now and I don't want things to end on bad terms. But... It's not as if we're just flaking out. I have a day job nearly an hour away from his house and Husband is looking at a potentially VERY lengthy recovery process so there's no way he could do it, either.
So, since this was my first weekend free in a while and will be my last weekend free for a LONG time, I initially planned to do nothing. I meant, NOTHING. Yesterday, I woke up (on my own, grr) at 6:45. I got up and made coffee, and finished a lesson plan before 8am. Then I made homemade donuts, I did laundry, I dusted, I loaded and unloaded the dishwasher a couple of times, washed some pillows, made two pumpkin pies, made two homemade pizzas, washed my front door (inside and out) and cleaned off my coffee table. I'm sure there are other things I'm forgetting to mention. Then today, I woke up early but stayed in bed for a while. Then I just puttered on the Internet for a couple hours, on Pinterest, etc. Then I went to the grocery store and got a couple things. I came home and started sanding that dang dresser I started refinishing several weeks ago. I wanted to just sand it for a little while and then about three hours later, I had put more stripper on it, scrubbed it with wire brushes, sanding the everloving heck out of it, etc. Came back in, took another shower, made fajitas, helped clean up, started some more laundry, and crashed in bed.
I so badly wish I could be off tomorrow. Really OFF. I don't regret getting so much accomplished because I know it needed to be done and having things crossed off my to-do list does actually help with my stress level...but at the same time the weekend just flew by and Bam, tomorrow's Monday again. Plus, I feel like I'm getting sick. I can only breathe out of my right nostril. I hate that. My knees hurt. I don't know what to do about all this stress except to just muck on through it. I have to keep getting up every morning. I feel as though I'm on autopilot these days, one foot in front of the other...