I won't sugarcoat it.
I had a rough day yesterday. Unusual for me, and pretty much previously unheard of for a Monday.
It started normal enough. I tend to hit the ground running on Mondays. On this Monday I had plans to take care of the back end of my week. I was revved up to arrange the week, make lists, catch up on laundry - I was charged.
And then Greg emailed and said - uh - that Friday you wanted me to take off? It looks like they want me in Kentucky. sigh. It's been like this for 20 years. I'm not sure why I thought this time would be different. (it was hope)
I canceled my plans and spent the day holding back tears. I'm emotionally due for a break, and not going this weekend means there won't be another chance available until August at the earliest. We're booked solid until then.
The day progressed, nothing got done. At 4:15 I headed out with the teenager back to Novi for yet another (boring, draggy, tedious, brain-wracking) college visit. He took a test, I discussed money with the financial aid department, we agreed that we can take another day to decide on some key points (starting in July or September, the loan process, etc) and this meeting ended up being only an hour compared to last week's three hour.
On our way home and discussing options - the kid says, "I might actually like to go to school for psychology" They don't offer that at the Art Institute. I about wrung his neck.
I happened to glance at the clock and realized that I'd be back on home turf in time for ballooning - something I'd said earlier in the day I wouldn't be able to help with. Dropped off the undecided senior and headed back out.
Caught the launch just in time -
highlight of my day.
And worthy of a laugh: We went out to eat afterwards (I hadn't yet eaten dinner) and sitting next to me, part of Jerry's balloon crew, was the teacher who went dumpster diving for Wendy's retainer on the sewage plant field trip last week. What are the chances?
I probably didn't share here about Wendy's field trip to the sewage plant, did I. I should video tape her telling about it. It's a scream. She puked.
Back at home after dinner, Greg informed me that he got a late evening email telling him that someone from the Louisville office would handle the Kentucky trip, so he's off the hook for the weekend. But it's too late.
I'm planning a getaway for 2019. I figure that's a safer bet.
My Finnish-blooded balloon buddy would tell me to take a sauna and chillax.
Here's to a better Tuesday.