My Day

5:14pm.

Started the day at 7:11am, when S.O. informed me that he had a physical therapy appointment at 8am (he may have actually told me this at 11:48pm the night before, but it didn't register until he woke me up--could it have been the fact that last night when he told me I was actually asleep? Anyway). I woke A up, hustled and bustled her to school. S.O. went to said appointment, came back with breakfast goodies from McDonald's. Had some nice hang out time with S.O. Used the car to go pay the rent for our home and the rent for the stuff that doesn't fit in our home while he was in the shower. Answered emails. Answered more emails. Looked up movie reviews on rottentomatoes.com. Answered more emails. Postponed meeting to discuss revisions that I had not yet done. Had a phone meeting. Watched the latest Tivo-ed episode of House over a late lunch. Had another phone meeting with the person to whom I was supposed to send the revisions about why I didn't send the revisions. Had another phone meeting. Had another phone meeting, which was interrupted by my cousin-in-law calling to tell me that her daughter's birthday party is TOMORROW. Continued phone meeting.

And now I'm sitting here, amidst the rubble of the day (empty coffee cup with nutmeg silt running up the side, empty McDonald's bags, junk mail, bill stubs, misc. very important work documents) wondering if I should use the last 10 minutes before hubby and sweetie pie get home to try to make my home look less like the hovel it is, or whether I should attempt to get to what I was actually supposed to work on today--a grant proposal that I had promised myself I would submit in November.

Or, I could rewash the clothes that I washed on Wednesday (probably now cemented to the side of the washing machine) and look at more movie reviews while I contemplate what birthday present I should get for my cousin-in-law's daughter.

I'm sensing a theme here.