Half Day

I’m working a half day today so that I can go visit my father in the hospital. I’m off the clock at 1:00pm. Sweet. I’m off for a full day on the 18th as that’s the day we help my step daughter move out of her dorm. Mothers Day is Sunday, that should be nice. My step Daughter’s birthday is the 19th and it’s a milestone year for her. Very excited.

There’s something else going on this month too. Another landmark event type of thing. I wish I could remember what it was but it seems I’ve blocked it from my memory. If I remember what it is I’ll probably write about it, but even though it’s a huge landmark it can’t be that important, right?

Long Confusing Week

I mentioned the other day that we had a slight, one time schedule change.  We swapped a kid day with the kids’ dad.  He took our Thursday and we took his Tuesday.  The result was pretty catastrophic to my internal calendar.  I spent all of Wednesday convinced it was Friday.  I then spent all of Thursday convinced it was Friday too.  This morning when I woke up I was pretty sure that it was Saturday.  Spoiler alert:  It wasn’t.

After having less than three hours of sleep on Wednesday night/Thursday morning I was toast by early evening.  I tried to put the Bruins game on the radio while I was laying in bed.  I missed the first period and it was early in the second when I put my headphones on and put my head on the pillow…  And that was all she wrote.  The Bruins won 4-2, and I didn’t actually hear any of it.  Yippee.

It’s a good thing I got that sleep last night though because today has been the most hectic day in human history.  I’ve been bouncing around like crazy all day.  I was looking forward to a quiet weekend.  Now I am even more than before… I just found out I could be on call for most of the time.  Urgh, indeed.

Day of the Week Confusion

Our normal week schedule includes me telecommuting on Thursday, and then having to get one of the kids to school significantly earlier than usual on Friday.  This week there were two unrelated scheduling adjustments that resulted in me telecommuting on Tuesday, and having to get one of the kids to school significantly early on Wednesday. 

In a practical sense neither thing is a big deal, but do you realize the negative affect this has had on me?

This means my puny little brain is absolutely convinced that today is Friday.

Today, not to mention the rest of the week, is going to suck!

I’m Tired

I feel weird right now.  I’m very tired.  Sleeping doesn’t seem to help as much as it should.  How weird is that?  Jen and I both go to bed completely tired, and then wake up 6-7 hours later feeling just as tired as we did when we went to bed.

The weekend is upon us but it is probably not going to be a restful one.  There are softball try outs tomorrow along with piano class.  Some housework needs to be attended to.  Jen has work work and school work to do.

On Sunday I am on call for a major customer’s major software update.  These things normally do not require me to work, but the last time this customer went through an update I had to work quite a bit.

That’s bad, but what’s worse is that my step son has little league try outs on Sunday and I can’t be away from a computer.  I’m crushed.  I want so badly to support the kids in their baseball/softball careers.  In the last year my step son has become a fanatical baseball fan and he and I can gab about the game endlessly.  My step daughter doesn’t get nearly as wrapped up in things, but every coach she’s had has made it a point to tell me how good she is.  I know enough about the game to be able to tell that for myself, thank you, but it’s always great to hear it from coaches.  She’s good.  She’s really good.

I love baseball.  I loved playing when I was a kid even though I was always the worse kid on the team.  Just being around the game was so much fun.  I want my step kids to feel that way too, and I want to be there to encourage every little detail.  On Sunday, however, I am going to miss out on something for one of them.  I’m really disappointed in myself.  Don’t get me wrong, I know how good I have it schedule wise as far as my job is concerned.  The commute sucks, the money is low, and I get stressed out like mad at times, but I punch in at 9:00 and I punch out at 5:30 and the changes to that schedule, being on call or what not, are few and far between.  I have my weekends, and when my wife’s incredibly intense schedule comes into the equation I am able to get the kids where they need to be, or get the errands done.  It pleases me that I can do those things and I really shouldn’t bitch about the rare instance where work does get in the way of something on a weekend… but I’m still going to bitch and you just have to deal with it.

So I am tired right now.  I’ve been sleeping okay, it just hasn’t made much of a difference.  Now I’m annoyed too because I won’t be there for my step son on Sunday.  So I’m tired and annoyed.  Being annoyed makes me more tired.  Being tired makes me more annoyed.

Oh please, please let this be a quiet day at work.