Michelletj's Journal

If today really is Wednesday, then we're halfway to the finish line!  The finish line for me is Hubby leaving for two weeks, but I will deal with that when I get there.

Yesterday did not go according to any plan.  Perhaps if I had had a plan it would have gone better.  I had a meeting at 1:30 to go over a budget with the guy who makes the budget decisions.  His decisions are made in categories.  My budgeting tools have to be in classes.  He had apples, I had oranges, and we tried to make a nice fruit salad.  I usually head for lunch around 1:30, so I had sort of planned to go to lunch earlier.  However, shortly before 1:00, the boss lady sat down with me to prepare for the meeting, and I completely forgot.  Budget Guy got there at 1:30, and we hacked away at things until shortly after 3:00, but which time I was fried.  An hour and a half of being fully and completely "ON" was about a half an hour more than I should have attempted.  I'm trying to come up with a way to describe that half an hour and I'm having trouble.  Okay...so, I'm sitting with BG, and we're looking at expenses and what expenses fall into his categories, and someone walks up to me with a question, or even stops to ask the boss lady a question.  Now we have two conversations happening at the same time in the same space.  I'm trying to concentrate on the changes I need to make to my spreadsheets, and just talking with BG is pushing it, and now there's a whole nother conversation invading my stream of thought.  I try to push that out, while still remaining open to BG and still keeping track of what I have to do with the spreadsheet.  As time wears on, I hear my tummy growl, but I can't stop to think about how to make it stop because my head is just barely keeping up with BG.  He's a fast-thinker, and translating what he was saying into what I needed, while keeping track of the changes I was making, was impossible.  By 3:00, I was realizing that I was making stupid mistakes, and I honestly couldn't tell you what I had done two moves before.  We separated around 3:20 with the idea that we'd get together again if we had to.  

I stopped at McDonald's for lunch on the way home.  "Lunch" at 4:30 really kind of screwed up my system.  Before I ate it, though, the world was doing some pretty wild spinning tricks.  Luckily it wasn't too bad while I was driving, but standing on the bouncy floor at work was a thrill ride.  I haven't felt like that since Christmas with all the flying and the jet lag and the exhaustion.

I got home, finished "lunch" and proceeded to do nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  We had leftovers for dinner, and watched TV.  I chatted with some friends on Facebook, but even that felt like too much.  I was fried.

I took a Simply Sleep before bed to make sure I slept through the night, and I did, in spite of having all three cats on me at one point.  I vaguely remember waking up with Sully on my head, and discovering I had Junior by my side and Caramel Corn on my feet.  Hubby threw Sully out, and eventually everyone else, because I woke up on my own at 5:55 with no cats in the room.  (Though Sully has started sitting two inches from the bedroom door in the hallway and staring at it until I get up, so I almost trip over her when I do get up.)

So, not a bad night.  Yes, I could use more sleep, but I feel not too bad this morning.  Hopefully the brain will kick in by the time I get to work.  I have four big things to work on.  Oy.  Happy Wednesday!