||[May. 24th, 2007|04:46 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Accomplished last night:
- Received armoire and got various bits upstairs.
- Completely assembled armoire including remembering to take out the top shelf before assembly rather than after so that when I go to put in the closet rod I won't be swearing about having to hacksaw off the locking screws to get the shelf out.
- Purchased curtain rods for drapes as well as for name banner.
- Made final decision on how to do drapes version 2.0
- Put sliders under armoire and crib to facilitate massive mood swings regarding furniture placement without having to wake up patient-as-a-saint husband.
- Installed dimmer switch in nursery. Turns out I am not only plumbing goddess but also not shabby with electronics. Fascinating side note: The breaker that controls the nursery power also controls the basement. They are nowhere near each other. Huh.
- Washed stroller fabric (total Cheerios found: 2)
Thought I would accomplish this morning:
- Cut out pieces for new version of drapes.
- Glue fabric cover on to changing table organizer box.
- Put stroller fabric back on.
- Empty dishwasher.
- Clean bathroom.
Actually accomplished this morning:
- Answered mail from 5:30 to 6.
- Hit snooze button from 6 to 8.
I'm so not going. The fact is that I really don't want to go. It was always a very heavy Cait-bonding event for me. Going this year would involve either driving down myself on Friday night and trying to find Bailey in the dark while we both wait for ST to show up (he's giving the commencement speech for the graduating class at the school where he taught last year, it's incredibly sweet). Either that or I get home Friday night, pack, and then we leave the house at 6 and drive down so that ST can be there in time for authorizations. Then I'd spend Saturday saying hi to people and hanging out by myself with no actual handwork to be done on anything I'm going to be able to wear anytime soon. I'd have to head back early (again, possibly driving alone) to get the house ready for houseguests on Monday.
I just... I don't want to. I haven't had any life-maintenance time for a good long while and I need it. I'm going to spend the weekend cleaning, sewing, working on projects, and sleeping a whole lot. I think I've earned it. And it'll make all the camping events in June something to look forward to as opposed to something to dread.
So.. my apologies. mieszko we should talk about the specifics on the transfer of that stuff you have for me. You can either give it to Steve or you can pop it in the mail to me or come by on Monday after you guys get back.
Which means I can now come up with a to-do list for the weekend and have a reasonable expectation of getting a bunch of it done. I can also put together a dress for the upcoming events as opposed to wearing the same tunic until it falls off of me. I'm going to want to burn my maternity clothes anyway, I'd rather not have that problem with my favorite tunic too.
Speaking of clothes, I spent the rest of my Old Navy gift card this morning on summer maternity clothes. I have enough pants to keep them all in rotation and not actually wear the same pants twice in one week, but after the Unfortunate Chocolate Ice Cream Experience last weekend I'm down a t-shirt and frankly, it doesn't feel like having three different shirts if they're all variations on one shade of blue. So. Clothes. Man I hate clothes shopping, but it had to be done.
Today at the Lowes I almost did my first actual complaint to a manager. I went to buy the dowel rod to use as the nursery armoire closet rod and it didn't have a price on it. Apparently they're not quite as pro at looking this stuff up as the Home Depot folks are close to Coopers so they had to call for a price check. Now, I'm not going to lie to you, the cashier was an idiot, but that didn't warrant the guy in the lumber department being a total dick. And then he came up and tried to take the dowel back to get a price check, by this point the check-out department runner had already come by, checked with us, gone to the department, and called back with a price. So the cashier says "XYZ already got me a price, thanks." Perhaps she was a bit shirty, but I would be too if someone had hung up on me and then come up being all snottified. So he sits there and yells at her for her attitude and then goes and gets the head cashier to complain to her. I stuck up for her saying that she was only trying to rush it because she'd already called for help twice and gotten blown off and I'd been standing there for 10 minutes. And then he started getting defensive with me.
Ok.. Just.. no. You don't argue with other staff in front of the customer and you certainly don't get shitty with the customer. Just.. no. I'm still irritated by it but figure it's probably hormones so I'm just letting it go and making the final break with Lowes. They're the closest hardware store to work and they had the paint colors I loved but I'm done now. The staff is incompetent, arrogant, and inattentive, and I always get the feeling I'm bugging them. I'll just drive the extra couple of miles and give the Home Depot people my money, as no one in there has yet been an asshat to me.
I got the taste out of my system by buying a birthday present for my dad and having a conversation with the nice Hallmark lady about 3D/4D ultrasounds and where I went and whether it was worth the money (Baby to Be Images, and yes.. respectively). She's only 18 weeks, but she's got a lot to look forward to.
Work is shittastic. Tonight is dinner with my brother and father for Dad's birthday. Tomorrow is supposed to be 94 degrees. In spite of this I'm still doing pretty well. Happy thoughts for ST, he's in an interview with Baltimore County as we speak and has an interview set up with Montgomery County in June.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I'm going to go add "randomly collapsing lungs" to my list of Things to Keep Me up at Night.