After a very long 8 hour work day including
1 hour presentation of my own
1.5 hour of training
2 deadlines to meet by tomorrow
stressful search for carpool ride for the kids for the next two weeks of camp , coz I was an idiot and didn’t reply quick enough when the carpool mail did come out (well, okay, not totally an idiot, but with the reactive speed of a sleepy hibernating sloth), but which ends successfully after an hour long frantic calls, emails and plan B and plan C.
catching up with colleague who came back from vacation over a Chipotle lunch
come home to:
Mastergaru who whops my ass. Gently.
Daughter who also whops my ass. Easily.
My knee that’s killing me after a couple of hours of such whopping.
Yet, learning this amazingly lovely song set to a fast pace is divine.
It’s fabulously exciting and I think am this close to heaven.
Totally would do the somersaults if I could. The simpler, wiser choice is of course running to my blog and writing in it. I haven’t felt this free and happy in ages. It’s like a load’s off of me and it all started last afternoon after I got a call. Just what I needed.
Life is good after all.
..and o, I slept like a baby last night, not the one who’s still on 3 hour feedings, but the kind who sleeps through the night for 6 hours without tossing or whining or waking up with nightmares. Yeah.
..and while I was blissfully asleep, someone tried to “hack” into my vestige of a twitter account that I have lost all fascination for (and deserves a whole post dedicated to the social media nincompoopery I subject myself to!). At a godforsaken 3.31 am! I may not use it much, but hey it’s mine! Then the genius decides to actually hit the “lost password” link. I wonder if the person realized that the link to reset password would go to the email that is in the settings, and not to their own. O maybe they did try getting into my gmail too! Yikes! *okay, that’s my story and am sticking to it*
Then again, am a security freak wife of a security freak IT geek. *insolence bordering on coolness*
I know. I crack myself up.
Top all of this with a bowl of Trader Joe’s Mango sorbet, and I am in heaven.