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Back to reality

We had a lovely Thanksgiving with my family. They enjoyed spending time with the H-man, and he learned all sorts of new things. He hugs and blows kisses, walks several steps without falling, and may be addicted to bananas.

However, now we're back home with the sea of fans and dehumidifiers still blowing. I'm expecting reconstruction work to begin this week on the house. But as we've found out, everything takes twice as long and costs twice as much as you expect it to—so if we're hiring an attorney by the end of the week and still dealing with cracking ceilings and water stains by mid January, I won't be surprised. In fact, nearly nothing would surprise me now.

I'm over my head in work at the office, too. Missing more than a week of work has caused even more stress, because I'm so behind, I now have NINE projects in the works...or, rather, they SHOULD be in the works right now in order to meet deadlines.

I NEED A VACATION.
Oh wait. I just had one.

Comments

Brianne said…
Yes, but holidays don't count. Vacations should include white sandy beaches, warm Gulf waters and a margarita. :)

Good luck at work!

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