Time Management
Once again, I have NOT fallen off the face of the earth. I got sucked into that big seven-day festival called my work week. While I won't go so far as to say "work sucks", this week had some special moments that added up to one hell of a 90-hour-plus fun time. It left no time for anything except a quick meal when I got home, followed by crashing into sleep to get ready for the next day. And I can't even bitch about it publicly. It's a good thing I love my job. Really, I do.
What all didn't I have time for?
Knitting, for one. That really means it's a bad week, when I only get a few pitiful rounds done on a simple stockinette stitch sock. I didn't get to the weekly knitfest group that I love to attend. I didn't get to see Kris cut the sleeves off the sweater she's knitting for her husband.
There were a couple of days that I didn't have time to even check email. Now that's bad.
I didn't get to participate in Celia's Sunday installment of International Pajama Day. That just isn't right.
I'm off as of last night at 10 PM. I got home, and my husband had a traditional Monday night dinner ready for me. It's become a little ritual for us. I work the late shift three nights a week, meaning I am there from 7 AM to 10 PM. That means that we don't see much of each other on those days. It also means that I have the opportunity for at least two hospital cafeteria meals in a row, which just doesn't do much for me. Our hospital cafeteria is probably no worse than any other, but it isn't any better, either. I have a personal rule that I do not eat two hospital cafeteria meals in a row unless it is really an emergency. So on my late nights, when I get home at 10:30 or so, John has dinner ready for me, and he waits to eat with me so we can have at least a few minutes of private time together before I have to go back to work.
On Monday night (which is my "Friday") he does something a little more special. Yesterday he bought two huge Dungeness crabs, steamed two artichokes, made a butter-lemon dipping sauce, and put a bottle of champagne on ice. (Yes, I know I'm married to a real gem. Don't even ask, you can't borrow him.) We lit the dining room table candles, sat and talked, and ate the whole damn thing. And drank the whole damn thing. I even remembered, after a whole bottle of bubbly, to hit the "off" button on my alarm so it wouldn't go off at 5:30 this morning.
This morning I slept in, then started the Tuesday version of International Pajama Day. The upper Left Coast version, if you will. I changed into my warmer pajamas* when I got up (10:30!), got my coffee, fired up the computer, and got my husband to take a picture. This one shows how much I love my blog readers. I am not even going to edit out the bed-head look. This is exactly how it is today.
I am SO ready.
I missed my 2 year blog anniversary over the weekend. I didn't forget, I just didn't have time to post about it. It's been two fun years!
*You, too, can have this cool pajama top and cool coffee mug. Go to Bookish Girl Wendy's CafePress site, and get your own cool stuff.