Baby girl was so happy and pleasant this morning...until I tried to put her shoes and jacket on. Then she knew we were about to pack up in the car and go to her Grandma's house. She started fussing and whining and complained about a non-existent booboo the whole way in the car. She's usually quite happy to stay with Gra-Ma and Daiseeey. But today, she didn't want to get out of the car seat and kept reaching for me to hold her and didn't want to take off her coat. I know she was okay as soon as I left but it just breaks my heart into little bitty pieces when she acts like that at drop off time.
Now I'm feeling so utterly sad that I can hardly concentrate here at work.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
What a dumb ass
Would you believe....
I bought a new HP printer last night on sale at Staples. The dude even asked me if I need a printer cable. I said "No, I have one. I'm replacing a dead printer" Well, apparently printer cables have changed from the big fat P&J type to the nice little USB type since I bought my last printer. So, the new printer is set up, but I still couldn't make Stef's invitations because I don't have a USB cable. I have some USB lines with some other connection of the other side, but not one with USB on both ends. There is NO way I'm going to buy the USB at Staples now. I'll be going to Office Max where the sales people have no idea how dumb I am. Gee, if all else fails, read the directions on the box.
I bought a new HP printer last night on sale at Staples. The dude even asked me if I need a printer cable. I said "No, I have one. I'm replacing a dead printer" Well, apparently printer cables have changed from the big fat P&J type to the nice little USB type since I bought my last printer. So, the new printer is set up, but I still couldn't make Stef's invitations because I don't have a USB cable. I have some USB lines with some other connection of the other side, but not one with USB on both ends. There is NO way I'm going to buy the USB at Staples now. I'll be going to Office Max where the sales people have no idea how dumb I am. Gee, if all else fails, read the directions on the box.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Depressed again?
I don't know. I was very emotional all day yesterday for no good reason. Both down and angry intermittently.
Stress? Probably.
Hormones? Maybe.
Do my meds need adjusted? I won't visit that with a doctor unless this lasts more than a week or so.
It might be that the planets were aligned in a bad way for capricorns because Steve was in a mood yesterday too. Thankfully, he understands when I say my nerves are on edge, he gets extra helpful. I was on the verge of a meltdown as we went to bed last night but he rescued me.
I have so many things to do right now and no time, it seems to do them. Stef's birthday is less than 2 weeks away now and I STILL haven't made the party invitations. My printer is dead. It has a carriage stall, which could be serviced at the Best Buy in Harrisburg (not conveniently located for me). Or I could trade it in on a refurbished HP printer (no thank you).
I should have had time to go buy a new one yesterday, but that didn't end up working out. We fixed my mom's electrical issues and finished his mom's phone line installation that he couldn't finish Saturday night (we needed more parts and it was late and we were all too tired by then). I got groceries while he finished the phone line thing. Laundry is still not finished. I usually get most of the laundry done on Sundays, but one or 2 loads have been spilling over into the week lately. I didn't vacuum at all or swiffer the kitchen. I didn't check with the grocery store on prices of the party platters for Stef's birthday.
It stresses me out that we only have the weekends to get all this crap done and then that's also when people want help from one or both of us. It doesn't help that Steve sleeps til 10-ish most weekends. I hate to say he can't do that. He works hard during the week and especially the weekend after he gives up the beeper, he needs to catch up on his rest. It just crams everything into the afternoons, and usually screws up Stef's nap time.
AND, I'm pretty sure she's ready to start potty training and have no real idea where to begin. I was thinking of taking a week off work to do the intensive every-30-minutes plan. The vacation schedule is looking pretty full at the time I wanted to take off. Sigh, at least my mother-in-law is offering to "work together" on the potty training now. When it was first mentioned, she said "I'll let you handle that" Whatever. I'd rather be the one to handle it and all aspects of raising my daughter, but that's not in my future any time soon.
Somebody please take this pity pot away from me!!!!!
Stress? Probably.
Hormones? Maybe.
Do my meds need adjusted? I won't visit that with a doctor unless this lasts more than a week or so.
It might be that the planets were aligned in a bad way for capricorns because Steve was in a mood yesterday too. Thankfully, he understands when I say my nerves are on edge, he gets extra helpful. I was on the verge of a meltdown as we went to bed last night but he rescued me.
I have so many things to do right now and no time, it seems to do them. Stef's birthday is less than 2 weeks away now and I STILL haven't made the party invitations. My printer is dead. It has a carriage stall, which could be serviced at the Best Buy in Harrisburg (not conveniently located for me). Or I could trade it in on a refurbished HP printer (no thank you).
I should have had time to go buy a new one yesterday, but that didn't end up working out. We fixed my mom's electrical issues and finished his mom's phone line installation that he couldn't finish Saturday night (we needed more parts and it was late and we were all too tired by then). I got groceries while he finished the phone line thing. Laundry is still not finished. I usually get most of the laundry done on Sundays, but one or 2 loads have been spilling over into the week lately. I didn't vacuum at all or swiffer the kitchen. I didn't check with the grocery store on prices of the party platters for Stef's birthday.
It stresses me out that we only have the weekends to get all this crap done and then that's also when people want help from one or both of us. It doesn't help that Steve sleeps til 10-ish most weekends. I hate to say he can't do that. He works hard during the week and especially the weekend after he gives up the beeper, he needs to catch up on his rest. It just crams everything into the afternoons, and usually screws up Stef's nap time.
AND, I'm pretty sure she's ready to start potty training and have no real idea where to begin. I was thinking of taking a week off work to do the intensive every-30-minutes plan. The vacation schedule is looking pretty full at the time I wanted to take off. Sigh, at least my mother-in-law is offering to "work together" on the potty training now. When it was first mentioned, she said "I'll let you handle that" Whatever. I'd rather be the one to handle it and all aspects of raising my daughter, but that's not in my future any time soon.
Somebody please take this pity pot away from me!!!!!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Take responsiblity PLEASE!
Why are some people such prima donas that they can't take responsibility for their own actions??? Why do they feel the need to blame me for something that is NOT MY FAULT or MY RESPONSIBILITY???
One of my co-workers is trying to blame me for his personal tax return being late now. His accountant called yesterday and told him they'd be dropping off his tax return here at the office. His assistant gave him this message and he freely admits to remembering having gotten said message. The accountant dropped off the taxes with me yesterday, sometime in the midst of the craziness of the last day of tax season. I put the envelope in his mail box, per procedure, just like I always put all their stuff in all their mail boxes, regardless of delivery method.
He didn't check his mail box AT ALL yesterday. Or the day before for that matter. Yet now it's my fault that his taxes are going to filed late, since he just found them in his mailbox today. He tried to say I should have called him since they hand delivered them. I'm sorry, but, not my job! I was SO pissed that it made me cry. But all is well. My office manager has my back. He told me that he'll tell this co-worker in a few days what his decision on the matter is. There is no way the office (aka me) will be paying the late filing penalty for his mistake. His taxes are HIS responsibility to make sure they are filed on time, regardless of what anybody else does with them. The accountant isn't responsible, this office sure isn't responsible, and it sure as HELL isn't my responsibility.
Okay, vent over.
One of my co-workers is trying to blame me for his personal tax return being late now. His accountant called yesterday and told him they'd be dropping off his tax return here at the office. His assistant gave him this message and he freely admits to remembering having gotten said message. The accountant dropped off the taxes with me yesterday, sometime in the midst of the craziness of the last day of tax season. I put the envelope in his mail box, per procedure, just like I always put all their stuff in all their mail boxes, regardless of delivery method.
He didn't check his mail box AT ALL yesterday. Or the day before for that matter. Yet now it's my fault that his taxes are going to filed late, since he just found them in his mailbox today. He tried to say I should have called him since they hand delivered them. I'm sorry, but, not my job! I was SO pissed that it made me cry. But all is well. My office manager has my back. He told me that he'll tell this co-worker in a few days what his decision on the matter is. There is no way the office (aka me) will be paying the late filing penalty for his mistake. His taxes are HIS responsibility to make sure they are filed on time, regardless of what anybody else does with them. The accountant isn't responsible, this office sure isn't responsible, and it sure as HELL isn't my responsibility.
Okay, vent over.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Tax time is a bitch
I'm really really busy at work and haven't found time to blog lately. I'm doing reasonably ok, not crying every day anymore. We got a nice swingset for Stefanie on Sunday which she LOVES. She calls it her WEEEEEE since that what she says the whole time on the swing.
One of my co-workers said some things that had me bawling my eyes out yesterday. I'm still upset about it. Stupid inconsiderate jerk. I know he meant no harm. He's clueless. But it still stings. I should go buy him a little plastic shovel. He just kept digging himself in deeper and deeper. I wanted to yell at him "Shut up shuttin up rabbit!"
One of my co-workers said some things that had me bawling my eyes out yesterday. I'm still upset about it. Stupid inconsiderate jerk. I know he meant no harm. He's clueless. But it still stings. I should go buy him a little plastic shovel. He just kept digging himself in deeper and deeper. I wanted to yell at him "Shut up shuttin up rabbit!"
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