Well. Here it is only the 5th of the month and I have already failed at blogging every day. If mental blogging counted, however, this would be one of the most frequently updated blogs on the internet, I'm sure.
I can give you a sampling of what has kept me busy and see if it isn't more than a little understandable why the blog has a light coating of dust during a month I promised would have daily updates.
On the 3rd, my husband was sent home from work. His employer determined that it's about time he either has an eye that works so he can drive their trucks again or he goes on some sort of disability. Even though they worked this allegedly "disabled" person nearly to death during the holidays and the "policy" of rolling a file like this is a policy. As far as I can determine, it is not supported by the union contract my husband has faithfully carried with him to every meeting and has tabbed out, ensuring his ability to quickly cite things chapter and verse.
I have stopped sleeping through the night again--even with melatonin aboard.
Yesterday, my husband was phoned at 5:30 a.m. and told to come to work. This, after I awoke at 3:30 a.m. (his normal time to get up) for no good reason. My husband is not a brain surgeon on call. He also owns a cell phone. There is no earthly reason to make my phone ring in the predawn hours for a work-related reason--especially when he was told the day prior that he was not to return to work until further notice.
But, at least one issue is resolved from this week.
Today, I have a gigantic to-do list at work, another e-mail to respond to re: how to reign in the youngest, and I applied for the full-time version of my part-time job.
It would be great if my position being cloned into another version of itself with full-time hours and benefits would just be mine, but nope. I have to apply. And interview. And compete. And, I'll tell you something. I'm not taking any prisoners. I am the best, most qualified person for this job and, by God, I will get it. The only thing that could possibly hold me back or darken my brilliance is any mention of the youngest. So, mum is the word. I just stuff it all down, smile and say "I'm fine." and move on about the day.
I also have started and finished a book in about three days time--and, one of those days I didn't even have a chance to read it. If you have ever loved a dog, you will love this book.
It was amazingly good and I surprised myself with how much I loved it.
I cried like a baby at the end, too.
One of my supervisors talked about her dog she had growing up and I immediately knew this would be a great book for her. I'm bringing it in tomorrow and letting her borrow it.
It was so, so, so good. Love books like this one.
I really had hoped that the dawn of 2012 would provide some sort of respite from all the huge issues we've been toting around for the past couple years. But, nope. Not at all. It seems as if we arrived in 2012 with the exact same set of super sized luggage and maybe even added a carry-on and a garment bag to the menagerie.
I'm trying to juggle all the balls. I never was very good at juggling.