cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

I'm still traveled for work. I can't sleep in, apparently - I don't have to be up until 6:30, but my body starts waking me up at 5:30, just to be sure.

I miss my kiddos. We Skyped last night and Ox had a meltdown. So, so sad. He just wanted Momma to be there and just couldn't deal any more. Much later, Emi called me to ask for a bedtime story, so that was a nice way to end the day.

I have all day today and all day tomorrow on site again. I'm tired from crappy sleep and it's exhausting for me to spend 10 hours working elbow to elbow with other people. I need quiet and space and I just don't get it during weeks like this one.

I'll be okay. This is nowhere NEAR the worst on-site experience I've ever had. It's still a little sucky.

Saturday - Gaming! Meatzravaganza! Anxiety!

Sunday - Rain, rain, more rain. A little bit of laundry, but mostly rain.

Monday - More rain. More laundry. Went to JoAnn and Woodman's.

Arm still aches, but I can use it to type and to play a little bit of GW2. Not much and not for long, but it's getting better.

Cute lunches still make me happy. So does tea.

Both kids had a meltdown this morning when I said goodbye before going to werk. Emi cried and Ox threw himself on the floor at my feet, sobbing. Not helping my motivation this rainy morning. I want to stay home, drink tea, read my book, read to them, and snuggle. Instead, I'm drinking tea at my desk and trying to remain positive about everything. Also, am once again very, very sad. This is getting old, but until my arm can handle the jostling of running or dance, I can't get any exercise endorphins to feel better. Meer.

Reasons why I'm considering Advil cocktails today:

• Emi loves "leg rides". When I lay on my back on the floor, she will either grab my shins so I can flip her upside down or put her stomach on my feet so she can be way up in the air. Both of these are great quad exercises, but moderately hell on my back.
• One of my customers upgraded late Saturday night. This means a lot of time spent in the awful chair at my desk with my non-ergonomic keyboard and mouse. This leads to even more back pain and flare-up of my wrist tendonitis.
• Sleep Number beds are awesome until the weather starts changing. When the air pressure goes wonky, the air inside the mattress goes wonky, and then everything hurts.
• I feel like whining about the low-level headache I've had for the last couple weeks, too. I don't know if it's pollen starting up, werk stress, weather fluctuations, or just general exhaustion.

Things are not terrible and most of the aches go away with application of advil and/or biofreeze. I'm starting to get worried about my wrists - everything fun requires that I be able to move my hands and/or pick things up. I love having thumbs: they make life easier and much more productive! I'm very much looking forward to dance tonight, since I generally get my back stretched out and feeling good by the end of it.

The main reason that I have not posted recently is because almost everything I've said internally or to other people has been whining about something. I've come to the conclusion that I'm not a huge fan of how pregnancy makes me feel - exhausted and sick All The Time - and having a bad head/chest cold that I wasn't allowed to take medication for didn't help either.

Work is fine. I found out some things there that made me feel a little better and a WHOLE lot worse. At least I no longer feel like I'm being singled out and that they're trying to make me quit. I also feel a little trapped, but I don't like admitting that. Stupid economy. Stupid me and unmarketable skill set. Hmph.

Home is fine. I haven't wanted to go out much at all, due to the physical badness detailed in the first paragraph. My dog is still cute, though I think the cheapo sausage treats that she loves are giving her some incredibly noxious swamp gas. Not quite so bad as the tortilla roll-up incident, but still pretty awful.

My husband is still my favorite person and works so very hard to make my life easier. I know how much he's been doing and how it bothers him when there's nothing he can do to make it hurt less or be better.

I got to see my sister and her boy this weekend. They came up on Friday and I fed them tasty foods (including Cabell's chipotle-bleu cheese-macaroni, mmmm). Saturday I made us a huge breakfast. We then spent the day at hockey games and hanging out down on State Street. It was a blast - even though the men's team decided that they shouldn't have to score goals to win. They departed this morning after discovering the wonder that is the Biography channel on cable.

I've been reading a lot of books. I try to write reviews of each on Goodreads, though some of them are basically me expounding on the emotions behind the phrase "M'eh". I haven't officially joined the 50 book challenge, but I'm on track with 5 books so far this year.

So, no, things are not that bad. I'm just tired and having problems thinking of creative, engaging things to type about. I'm so, so, SO looking forward to dance class starting up and, now that I can comfortably breathe again, I will start back up at the gym. Also, I can tell that the sun is coming back, which always makes things better.

When we first signed the lease, things were pretty good in the townhome. If something wasn't working right, the maintenance guys would be there right away to fix it. Even when this included doing bizarre things to the front door so that it would open and close regardless of temperature or humidity, it didn't take more than a couple hours for someone to come help.

Then the company got sold to a new management group.

At first it didn't seem like too big of a deal. Then last winter happened and we didn't get our driveway plowed with the frequency or promptness of the previous winter. Then a storm knocked down one of the porch dividers and hasn't been addressed.

Now we're melting because the sole A/C unit in the place has decided that it doesn't really need to turn on.

We have a couple huge fans that do a good job of moving air around, but I can't hear myself think. The whole house is a Pants-Free Zone, which doesn't seem to bother Downwood. He's also not bothered when I decide it's too hot to wear a shirt, either. If I didn't know that he handles heat worse than I do (Male Inner Furnace Syndrome), I'd suspect sabotage on the A/C just to make me not wear clothes ever.

The greyhound has even decided that it's too hot for dogs, so we go for a walk just long enough for her to do her business, then she drags us back home so she can lay in front of the fan.

Bleah. If the landlords would at least acknowledge that they got the call and they're sending someone out to fix the A/C this week, that would be enough. Instead, they just sit in their nicely cooled office, count our money, and joke about how they don't have to do work anymore.

Insomnia + cramps that Advil doesn't help = Sabine calling in sick

Ugh.