So the last 2 weeks have been a little stressful… traditionally they are our busiest at GFE, with all the last-minute shoppers and people needing things ASAP, and bulk orders for employee Christmas gifts. And we did 4 times the volume we did last year with the same amount of staff. Whew. Oh and did I mention the coding project I have due at the end of December that I have barely started?
To add insult to injury, we had a bad snowstorm last week and in my rush to get the heck outta Dodge, I locked my keys in my car while it was running. Yes. Running. (Of course, to give me a little credit, it’s a new feature on our car that automatically locks the doors 2 seconds after the key is in and the engine started… regardless if the thing is in “drive” or not, so for me it was just a matter of time). But in any event, it made me bum a ride to get where I needed to go on time, and it made my husband come back from work to shut the thing off. Divine Intervention I decided, because I am a totally crappy driver in the bad weather and I probably would have ended up in a ditch somewhere anyway.
So then a few days later my son comes down with a double ear infection, but thankfully we got some meds in him before Christmas.
So then a few days later our dryer breaks and my husband goes out and buys a new one… which we promptly drop down the stairs to the basement. Luckily he was underneath to break its fall. And after piecing it back together, it is as good as new. Well, as good as new plus some duct tape and a few extra “rattly” noises. (Oh, and he was fine, thankfully.)
So then a few days later my daughter comes down with pneumonia. She’s doing better now, but it looks like now my son may have it too… we’ll see what the doctor says.
So then yesterday I do what I do when things are super busy at work, and at home, with the shopping and wrapping and cooking and cleaning, and I write things on the back of my hand so I don’t forget them. I grab a marker and write “diapers” and “donuts” on there, so I wouldn’t forget to get them at the store (donuts were my contribution to the office Christmas party)… little did I know it was a permanent marker apparently, so it’s like tattooed on there. I scrubbed it like crazy, but it ain’t budging.
Perhaps it’s to remind me what’s really important in the world.. diapers and donuts. Or in other words, kids and really fattening food that tastes good.
At any rate it gives me a good chuckle when I see it and I think “thankfully I didn’t write something obscene on there.” Always a silver lining.