Too much.
Argh. I'm still so behind at work.
I woke up around noon and cleaned the house until 3pm.
Then, I sat down for 5 fucking minutes before BF started harping on me that I should be at work. (I had an appointment on the microtome)
So I hollered at him that I just cleaned the house for 3 hours with out help so it would be fucking presentable for guests. Then he revealed that there were NO plans to have people over... and apparently I assumed "postpone" meant tomorrow, when it didn't necessarily even mean THIS week! He just didn't figure he should have made me aware of that when I was putting table cloths down and making appetizers! Like I was cleaning and freaking out to piss him off or something. I was so pissed, but I actually had to get to work. I told him to invite those friends over because damn it, the house was clean and it would never be cleaner.
Then, I dunno... It was 4pm by the time I started working . I didn't get nearly 1/3 of the things I scheduled to do competed.
They came over, we had a good time. I still have 3/4ths of a pie left, though.
They have children and I STUPIDLY offered to babysit when I was unemployed. Unfortunately, they missed the "when I'm unemployed" part and nearly begged me to take the kids tomorrow for two hours so they could get some work done before the big bad inspector came on Monday. I'm totally fucking swamped and NEED all the time I can get tomorrow, but shit... they pleaded. So I relented. Two hours isn't too long.
It just probably means I should go back into work TONIGHT and finish up the other things I scheduled for Saturday so at least I'd be caught up and have a better chance of finishing up on Sunday before I take the kids.
I'll go in to work after a nap. That probably means 2am. I don't care at this point, I got to get this shit done. Something's gotta give.
Fuck.
Addition:
Well, BF woke me up to talk with me. I tried to brush him off because damn- I had just fallen asleep for what felt like the first time in my entire life. But, we ended up having a tense discussion instead. I don't blame him, shit's really stressful right now. I've done this to him many times before. It's just really unfair it had to happen right now.
Now things are back to normal mostly and now that means I can't sleep. I really should try to drag my ass to work to do work.... I really really should. Like, do it now or spend 15 hours at work tomorrow deal.
But it's raining. I'm all emo. And it's COLD.
I wanted to be able to fall asleep as soon as the conversation died down and wake up at a reasonable hour and start working. I can't. I'm all awake and my nerves are fried. Like, Stomach cramps, chest tightening kind of fried. The "ten steps from total melt down" kind of fried. The "oh my god if the wind blows on me I'm going to start sobbing" kind of fried.
So, I don't fucking know... I'm going to attempt to cram a 24hr protocol into 12 or less tomorrow. And just god damn hope it works. And hope nothing else happens... like someone breathing on me the wrong way.
I'm gonna lay here on the couch and just avoid a freak out. I'm considering taking a zanax or whatever I have still laying around, but I'm just hoping an advil and some kitty pictures will lull me to sleep.
Ya know... it's totally amazing how much typing it all out makes me feel better. Whew.
I woke up around noon and cleaned the house until 3pm.
Then, I sat down for 5 fucking minutes before BF started harping on me that I should be at work. (I had an appointment on the microtome)
So I hollered at him that I just cleaned the house for 3 hours with out help so it would be fucking presentable for guests. Then he revealed that there were NO plans to have people over... and apparently I assumed "postpone" meant tomorrow, when it didn't necessarily even mean THIS week! He just didn't figure he should have made me aware of that when I was putting table cloths down and making appetizers! Like I was cleaning and freaking out to piss him off or something. I was so pissed, but I actually had to get to work. I told him to invite those friends over because damn it, the house was clean and it would never be cleaner.
Then, I dunno... It was 4pm by the time I started working . I didn't get nearly 1/3 of the things I scheduled to do competed.
They came over, we had a good time. I still have 3/4ths of a pie left, though.
They have children and I STUPIDLY offered to babysit when I was unemployed. Unfortunately, they missed the "when I'm unemployed" part and nearly begged me to take the kids tomorrow for two hours so they could get some work done before the big bad inspector came on Monday. I'm totally fucking swamped and NEED all the time I can get tomorrow, but shit... they pleaded. So I relented. Two hours isn't too long.
It just probably means I should go back into work TONIGHT and finish up the other things I scheduled for Saturday so at least I'd be caught up and have a better chance of finishing up on Sunday before I take the kids.
I'll go in to work after a nap. That probably means 2am. I don't care at this point, I got to get this shit done. Something's gotta give.
Fuck.
Addition:
Well, BF woke me up to talk with me. I tried to brush him off because damn- I had just fallen asleep for what felt like the first time in my entire life. But, we ended up having a tense discussion instead. I don't blame him, shit's really stressful right now. I've done this to him many times before. It's just really unfair it had to happen right now.
Now things are back to normal mostly and now that means I can't sleep. I really should try to drag my ass to work to do work.... I really really should. Like, do it now or spend 15 hours at work tomorrow deal.
But it's raining. I'm all emo. And it's COLD.
I wanted to be able to fall asleep as soon as the conversation died down and wake up at a reasonable hour and start working. I can't. I'm all awake and my nerves are fried. Like, Stomach cramps, chest tightening kind of fried. The "ten steps from total melt down" kind of fried. The "oh my god if the wind blows on me I'm going to start sobbing" kind of fried.
So, I don't fucking know... I'm going to attempt to cram a 24hr protocol into 12 or less tomorrow. And just god damn hope it works. And hope nothing else happens... like someone breathing on me the wrong way.
I'm gonna lay here on the couch and just avoid a freak out. I'm considering taking a zanax or whatever I have still laying around, but I'm just hoping an advil and some kitty pictures will lull me to sleep.
Ya know... it's totally amazing how much typing it all out makes me feel better. Whew.