Sitting Shiva Isn’t So Bad

Last week was not the greatest week for many reasons.  It started with my boss’ father passing away and ended with me spending 3 straight days in bed sick.  I started to get sick Tuesday night and I should have known it was coming because my mother and Nate were both sick last weekend and he coughed all over me Monday night.  Since my boss was out all week I was looking forward to getting a lot done at the office.  Most people look forward to their bosses being away so they can take advantage and do less work, I am the opposite.  I am his assistant so for me I look forward to getting my work done without a hundred emails and interruptions throughout the day distracting me.  I am great at multitasking, but I love nothing more than to be able to see the bottom of my inbox.  It’s the little things.

I dragged myself to work on Wednesday and everyone stayed away from me.  It was great!  I got so much done and I was looking forward to being the only one in the office on Thursday so I could power through the rest of the work I needed to get to.  Thursday was so quiet and I left at 2pm so I could sit Shiva at my boss’ house.  I have never done this before so of course I hit up Google and learned all about this Jewish tradition that I knew nothing about.  Luckily I was not going alone so I felt a little more comfortable.  I’ve been to plenty of wakes and it’s easy to go in and pay your respects and leave.  Since this was at his house I felt a little awkward but I also felt obligated to go and I thought it might be a nice thing to experience.  When we arrived at the house (bearing food because Google informed me that it is expected) we walked right in the front door which was odd, but again expected.  We stayed for a half hour which is the norm according to Google and we were both glad that we had gone.

By the time I got home Thursday night after picking up Nate, getting groceries and dinner I was ready to fall over from exhaustion but I had to be a mom.  We were off on Friday so we could go Upstate for my Father-in-law’s birthday and I had to pack.  I packed all of Nate’s stuff, laid out all of my stuff to pack and gave up for the night and crashed.  When I woke up Friday I felt even worse and thinking about a 4 hour car ride made me feel sicker.  Love said he was fine with me staying home so I only left my bed for the couch and vice versa for 3 days.  I caught up on all of my shows (including Spartacus!) and I watched Drive with Ryan Gosling.  Quick aside…I swear I could watch him stare into the camera for 2 hours and it would be entertaining.  He is SO good looking.  I thought by today I would be back to normal but I started to feel worse again last night.  I hate this time of year because these things get passed around and around and linger forever.  I am looking forward to things getting back to normal this week before another 3 day weekend.

 My dinner Saturday night...can you tell that I hadn't eaten all day?

That was my first Diet Pepsi in 18 days and it tasted HORRIBLE! Yay!

(and no I did not eat all of that food in one sitting, there are still leftovers in the fridge)

I may have said it before, but if you like violence, blood, nudity and sex
then Spartacus is the show for you!

I want to be Beyonce…

Not because she’s rich and famous or married to Jay-Z (don't get me wrong I like him but I am not exactly attracted to him) or gave birth to her daughter in a luxury suite…because she looks like this ONE MONTH after dropping a kid from her vagine!

Holy crap do I wish that I her body! Okay, so I pretty much have her boobs since I had Nate and I have always had ghetto booty, but I need my mid-section and arms to look like that!  I am so jealous.

Monday, Monday

Today is a real Monday…the amount of sleep I got, my little nugget acting like a complete brat, being late for pre-school drop-off, having Nate cry when I left him at school, finding out my boss’ father passed away this morning…should I go on? It’s one of those days that I would like to start over, but I can’t for fear that I will have to experience all of it all over again. 

I spent the last 3 days with Nate trying to convince him that he needs to stop bullying the little girls in his class.  I’m not sure what is causing him to act out so much and it’s driving me crazy.  I told him last week that he needs to keep his hands to himself and then I find out that he slapped a girl in the face during nap time.  When I questioned him he said she was laughing at him and he didn’t hit her, he slapped her.  He then proceeded to slap the crap out of our refrigerator.  I explained that slapping is hitting and he should keep his hands to himself.  Friday my mom was sick so I picked him up from school and his teacher told me that he took the box that the Legos are kept in (a pretty big box for Mega Blocks size Legos) and put it on top of a little girl and kept pushing down on it.  She said that he told her not to tell me that he did it.  He was in another room and when I asked him if he was good he said, “Yes, I was good today.”  So now I have a liar and a bully on my hands!!!  I asked him in the car what happened with the Legos and he blurted out, “I did not put the box on Angelina!”  I am hoping this is a phase and that he will get through it soon.  He’s 3 ½ as of Friday so I will keep taking away toys and reinforcing that he needs to listen and keep his hands to himself.  And if that doesn’t work I don’t know what I’ll do.

Nugget needs a haircut

Too Much Banging on This Hump Day

Now that I have your attention...I have such a headache right now.  All day there has been a consistent hammering going on 4 doors down from my office and I want to kill myself.  Not really, but maybe the guy using the hammer is a good target.  My office is in an old nursing home (yes, I am aware that it is creepy) and there is a nursing station behind our offices that has been serving as a kitchen for the medical residents who live in this building (yes, it is also creepy to have people sleeping a few feet from where I am working) and for some reason there is now a guy in there tearing out the cabinets.  I don't really care why he's doing it - I just wish he would stop so I can have some of my sanity back.

On a positive note, I am one full week post hypnosis and doing very well.  I have continued to abstain from consuming Diet Pepsi and I lost 1.6 pounds.  I am very happy with the weight I lost even though I REALLY wanted it to be more like 3 pounds or even 4.  I can't be hard on myself though because it is getting me closer to my goal, and a loss is better than a gain.  I am only disappointed because I did a complete 360 in the last week when it comes to eating.  I am only eating when I am hungry and not out of boredom.  I have only been drinking water, seltzer and coffee (I still need my caffeine) and eating a lot more fruits and veggies than I was.  I have been having yogurt or oatmeal every morning and I am tracking my points like a good little Weight Watcher :)  My clothes do feel better though so I know it is working.  Now I need to work on getting some exercise in there too.

I've been loving taking pictures outside lately especially because this time last year we hadn't seen the ground in almost 2 months.  It is almost 60 degrees today and for NY that is ridiculous and I am loving it!

The view from my office window before hypnosis last week

Rainy Night

Yesterday morning the clouds were so pretty over the Pine Barrens

The Shinnecock Canal at lunch today

Another view of the canal

My name is Christine, and I am addicted to Diet Pepsi

I am at day 3 post hypnosis and I am really feeling changed.  That may sound ridiculous but I have not had a Diet Pepsi since Tuesday afternoon pre-hypnosis (Super Big Gulp of course) and if you know me then you know that is a BIG DEAL.  When I was pregnant with Nate I had to admit to my OB that I was addicted to Diet Pepsi.  It was embarrassing, like a dirty secret that I didn't want her to know.  When I told her how much I actually consumed daily she told me to wean myself off and not go cold turkey.  I did what she said and I stayed away from my beloved Diet Pepsi for almost a full year but as soon as I took that first sip...it all came back to me.

Since the hypnotherapist told us to stay away from aspartame I threw away all of my Splenda packets yesterday and I have shunned diet drinks altogether.  They have been replaced with flavored seltzer water and plain ol' water.  It's been fine so far and I have not been craving soda at all.  I think this may be a small change that I can live with and it may lead to other changes.  They say aspartame starts sugar cravings and I have only had 3 Pop Ems in the last 3 days.  No cookies or candy or anything like that.  I'm not looking to cut out sweets completely but I think starting out this way will help me be able to enjoy just a serving when I do want it.  I will admit I am a little scared heading into the weekend...

When I snap my fingers you will wake up!

I found out Tuesday that modern day hypnosis is nothing like you see in the movies.  You are fully awake and aware instead of being under a spell of some sort that you suddenly wake from and don't remember.  I also realized that hypnosis is not for everyone.  I feel like it was a great experience for me but I have been experimenting with meditation and relaxation techniques for a while now and this was very similar so it felt very comfortable to me.

He began by explaining that we would not be asleep, that we would be aware of our surroundings and would be free to scratch an itch, get more comfortable, cough, sneeze or whatever else we needed to do while he was speaking.  He had us lay down on yoga mats with pillows and blankets if we wanted and get as comfortable as possible.  It began with deep breathing and then he moved into visulization.  I didn't know what to expect and I was surprised to find that it was such an emotional experience for me.  He asked us to think of the happiest moment of our life and at the same time touch the tip of our right thumb and forefinger together.  I instantly thought of holding Nate for the first time.  When I began to cry I wasn't embarassed and it wasn't an "ugly cry" it was just a slow stream of tears down my cheeks and I felt a release.  I think it surprised me because when they handed Nate to me I didn't cry at all like I always thought I would.  I was so happy and excited and exhausted but no tears fell, yet thinking back on that moment I cried.

He asked us to think of other positive things and repeat touching our fingers together.  Then he moved to the left hand and asked us to think of the worst moment in our life.  I wasn't sure if I could think of something and then it hit me like a ton of bricks and the tears came down faster.  It was like it happened yesterday but it was actually 13 years ago this month.  When my grandmother passed away my mother and her siblings asked the hospital to take her off of the machines helping her to breathe and let her go.  It was the right decision and I would do the same for anyone I love.  After she passed they put her in a private room so we could be with her and that was what came into my head.  The worst moment of my life.  He continued for some time with more visualization and even though I had to think of that I still had such a feeling of peace and calmness when he was done. 

People have been asking if I think it worked and as of today I'm not sure.  I do feel differently and I would like to eat because I am hungry and not out of emotional need.  I want to eat foods that are good for me and help Nate continue his healthy eating habits so that he does not end up like me.  Food should not be a reward and we have grown used to treating ourselves by eating.  I want to treat myself with a new pair of pants instead because I have lost enough weight to need them.  If I am upset I need to deal with the problem instead of eating and sleeping hoping it will go away.  Hopefully hypnosis has opened me up to deal with things I was supressing and treating with food. 

Changes Ahead!

I am very excited to make some much needed changes in my life.  Some I can discuss now and others I can't so stay tuned and maybe I'll share some with you at a later date...yep, I'm a tease :)

Tonight is the continuation of phase 1 which is weight loss.  I know, I know I have been struggling forever with this one but I am hoping to make a breakthrough tonight.  In one hour I will be at the mercy of a hypnotherapist and I hope he can cure me of my eating disease.  I will be stopping at McDonald's for a burger and fries prior to this of course (give me a break I didn't have lunch today!).  When I quit smoking cold turkey it was no problem...I don't need cigarettes to live, but food is a necessary evil.  Not sure how it will go but I am crossing my fingers.  They say if you are open to it then it will work.  I am open to a lot of things and this is one of them.  Wish me luck!

Snowy Day

I have never been a fan of snow.  Even as a child I hated being cold and wet.  I had plenty of fun on snow days when I was a kid, but I always preferred feeling the warm sun on my bare skin.  There is nothing I like more than having nothing on my feet.  Snow on the ground does not allow my feet to be bare or even as close to bare as I can go on a normal winter day in my ballet flats.  Nate however is the opposite of me when it comes to being outside.  No amount of cold, snow or rain can deter him from wanting to go outside and run around.  I have enjoyed this snow free winter until Saturday.  I knew it was coming and I was glad that it was the weekend.  As much as I hate snow I really hate to clean it off my car and drive an hour in it, so this was a good compromise I suppose.  Nate had a great time and it didn't take Love long to shovel so everyone was pretty happy.  I was especially happy this morning when it was 40 degrees and the snow that hung around was beginning to melt.  If every snow storm could be like this one than I wouldn't mind having a few more...but I won't hold my breath on that.

Nate the Naughty Boy

I am so glad that I have the whole weekend ahead of me and that I will be able to spend some quality time teaching Nate how not to be naughty.  He goes to preschool and I have been getting bad reports lately from his teacher.  Last week the kids were on the playground and he pushed a 2-year old girl down and then pushed her face into the dirt.  I was appalled that he would have even think to do that let alone do it to a little girl (who happens to be much smaller than him).  He said he did it because he loves her and he didn't know why he was in trouble.  I realized that I am now the one in trouble because I need to figure out how to stop him from doing this again.  I was upset when he kept getting bit by another kid and now it was my kid who was the tiny terror.

I told him I had to take away a toy because a time out was not proper punishment for such a serious offense.  He begged me not to take away his Boots (the monkey from Dora the Explorer) stuffed animal so that is exactly what I did.  And he cried uncontrollably for a good half hour.  (Quick aside...this reminds me of the time that he got attached to a plastic spoon and he hit me with it and I took it away and he went crazy and hit me again.  I took the spoon, told him to watch me and I broke the spoon in half and threw it away...very bad mommy!)  Anywhoo...I told him he could have Boots back the next day if Grammie got a good report when she picked him up from school.  He was great the next day and was so excited to have Boots back.

He has been acting up at school on and off since this incident so I met with his teacher the other day and she said she's not sure what to do with him because he can be so good and then something little sets him off and he cries and screams uncontrollably.  I Googled it and I'm not alone, but it doesn't make me feel any better.   Yesterday a little girl knocked over his blocks ("my creation") and he pushed her and then argued with me that she pushed him back so it was okay.  I'm losing patience so I'm hoping that a couple to days reinforcing good behavior and punishing bad behavior can get hime back on track.  Please let this be a good weekend...

Busy Weekend

I have been putting off running errands for weeks and it finally caught up with me.  After Christmas flew by faster than I can ever remember and I got back to work after 11 days off I just could not bear the thought of getting back to the real world.  Saturday was my wake up call because Love was sick and I had to take Nate with me for some marathon shopping so we could restock the house.  We started the day at Babies R Us and Nate was thrilled to leave with a Mickey Mouse Jets blanket for himself and some toys for his new cousin who will be arriving next month (by stork of course).  We went there to get some items off of my brother and sister-in-laws registry since the baby will be here soon but it always amazes me that I can still get stuff for Nate even though he's going to be 3 1/2 next month.

We followed that up by going to Old Navy to hit the clearance racks for Nate and then took a break at Panera for lunch.  We decided to stop at my parents to drop off the baby stuff I picked up for my mom and use the potty (one of the pitfalls of potty training - I hate public restrooms because Nate touches EVERYTHING Yuck) before heading to Target and Sam's Club.  It's a good thing Love was sick because the car was packed and he wouldn't have fit.  I put off grocery shopping until yesterday since Nate had school and I was off.  It is amazing how bare the refrigerator and pantry were Friday and now they are all PACKED.  I'm hoping to avoid shopping like the plague for another month.

Yesterday was the best day of the weekend.  I dropped Nate at school and came home and weighed myself and the scale was suddenly my best friend.  I gained weight back over the holidays and I have not been happy.  I was meeting my friend Mike for a walk/run so I decided to weigh in at Weight Watchers before meeting him.  I am so glad I did because I lost 3.2lbs!!!  I was so mad on Thursday night because I weighed in and only lost .2lbs (and I was good all week) but it finally showed up on the scale.  It was the motivation I needed to get me through running and I felt great after I did it and my foot didn't hurt.  I need to take it slow but I hope that I will be running 5 minute stretches sooner rather than later.  At least that's my goal.

Nate enjoying his grilled cheese at Panera

Saturday night was so cold we broke out our fleece feety jammies :)

Nate loved him some Thomas trains this weekend

Yesterday was my best hair day yet with the new cut...

Everyone tells me they like it but I am just beginning to agree

I'm All Wet!

And not in a good way! It was drizzling when I dropped Nate off at school today but by the time I got down the street to the gas station it was pouring! I got drenched and when I got to work and took off my coat I realized that not only were my pants soaked through but so was the back of my shirt.  Luckily I work in a building that has 2 dryers and my boss keeps his running clothes in his trunk.  This is what I looked like while my clothes were in the dryer...

Very Professional

Pet Peeve #7

I am one of those people that has some anger issues.  I readily admit to this and for the most part I keep my anger in check with my daily prescribed meds :)  Some things put me over the edge even when I am medicated though and they all qualify as pet peeves in my book.  My # 1 pet peeve is bad drivers, but since I can write a book about that one I will not even bother taking up time on here explaining it.

Last night I had a run in with #7 and I am still angry about it.  Love had to take Nate to the pediatrician for me the other night because I had to go to my own appointment.  The doctor told him that Nate needs to keep using his nebulizer because his wheezing is still hanging around from last week.  Of course Love didn't ask me if we had enough meds in the house, and when I got home I realized that we were running low.  I called the pediatrician's office yesterday and they were happy to call it in to the CVS by my house. 

CVS called my house twice yesterday to say that they did not have Nate's insurance information in their computer and it would be over $300 without insurance.  I stopped there on my way home and gave them the card explaining that he was sick 6 weeks ago and I got his antibiotic there so it was weird that they didn't have his info.  The woman looked it up and sure enough it was in their system.  She put it through and all I had to pay was $10.  I'm not sure what imbecile put it through the first time, but that isn't even what made me mad!

I went over to pay for it and there was a woman with a shopping cart with about 40 items in it in front of me.  Now I have shopped while waiting for a prescription but if there are people waiting I will go back to the front of the store to pay for my other items.  There was a problem with her prescription and they couldn't fill it yet she still was allowed to unload her cart and pay for her stuff there while myself and 2 other people waited.  I was pissed and let everyone know it.  The woman ignored me and after 10 minutes finally left.  I got Nate's meds and the cashier apologized.  I told her it was fine but that the woman should not have been able to pay for her groceries (vitamin water, frappuccinos and depends yuck) while we waited to get medication.  I say it all the time but I will say it again...I HATE PEOPLE!

Things Are Looking Up!

A little over a month ago I was dumb enough to wear three inch heeled boots to work with a cute dress and after a couple of drinks with friends (AFTER work of course) I fell and twisted my ankle.  The next day I could hardly walk so I went to my podiatrist (who I have been seeing for 24 years - yikes) and he put me in a cast for 2 days and then a walking boot.  I pulled the tendon and it took a piece of bone with it we found out 2 weeks later when the swelling went down.  I went back to him yesterday and although it is still a little bruised and swollen he told me I don't have to wear the boot anymore.  I have to be honest - I haven't worn it for the last 2 weeks!  I have been able to move it more and it doesn't hurt when I walk so I knew it was improving.

I'm most excited because he told me that I can start walking again.  I know that doesn't sound terribly exciting, but I need to move my fat ass and getting off the couch for a snack doesn't count.  He also said I can start jogging regularly in March to prepare for a 5K in June.  I am so excited and I hope that I don't hurt it again because I am ridiculously accident prone.  Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I am clumsy and not sporty...a nice way of saying I am a disaster :-)

I cannot count how many x-rays I have had in my lifetime :(

Nate and I enjoying some cuddle time

Crazy Eyes! LOL!

I wish I were a little bit smaller...

As a kid I was a skinny little thing.  I was always the tallest in the class and I was a picky eater.  In high school I didn't appreciate the fact that I had a nice shape and in college I tried to hide behind big clothes because I thought I was fat.  After college I started going to the gym for the first time and I was happy being a size 12.  I have always had a big ass (which I found out plenty of men like) and I finally got boobs in college.  When I got married I bought a size 14 wedding dress that had to be taken in.  I thought I looked great and did not feel fat at all.  At the time a friend of mine said I was the hottest bride he had ever seen and I felt that way.  About 6 months into my marriage that all changed.  I got a little too comfy being married and gained some weight.  I decided that I needed to join Weight Watchers.

Nine months later I weighed 145 pounds and was a size 8.  It felt great to buy new clothes and shop in stores that I wouldn't have dreamt of before that.  I started a new job (where I still work) and nobody ever knew that I had a weight problem.  Three years later we bought our house and started trying to get pregnant and everything changed.  After 6 months of trying I was depressed and eating became a source of comfort.  Six months later I turned 30 and our good friends announced that they were pregnant.  I cried for weeks and slept all the time.  It was the summer but I didn't want to go to the parties our friends were having because I knew everyone would ask when we were going to have a baby.  Six months later in December 2007 we found out we were expecting.  We were so excited but I had already gained 40 pounds and I knew it was only going to get worse.

When I hit 200 pounds during my pregnancy I promised myself that I would drop the weight even if it took me a while.  Here I am almost 4 years later and I am still struggling.  I need 2012 to be the year that I finally lose the weight.  I will not have another baby until I lose 40 more pounds and get to my goal weight.  Those 40 pounds have been haunting me for too long.  I turn 35 in 6 months and I want to be able to wear a bikini to the beach this summer.  It's a big goal but I need to get there this time.  I have done it before and I know I can do it again.  Plus I'm trying hypnosis in 2 weeks...that has to work...right?

2012 Is Not Going To Suck...I Hope :)

I have high hopes for 2012...2009 sucked ass, 2010 sucked donkey balls and 2011 sucked something so horrific it shall not be written here...but I digress...

I am looking forward to a year full of weight loss, training for and running a 5K, Nate turning 4 (where did the time go?), fun times with family and friends (including a new nephew very soon!!!), warmer weather (which is already happening) and perhaps getting into a bikini if that first one works out for me finally.  A woman can dream, can't she?

Here's to a very happy and healthy unsucky 2012...

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about my new hair for 2012...it was a total fluke but I took the plunge yesterday and went darker, got layers and BANGS! I'm not convinced it was a good move but everyone else has been saying how great it looks...see for yourself...

Happy Fall Y'All!

It has been way too long since I was on here.  A lot has happened and I am not about to try catching you up…just know that the summer is over and fall is finally upon us.  These are my favorite days, needing a jacket in the morning and by lunchtime I can run errands with no coat, and the best part of all my beloved flip flops are still being rocked.  Fall is fantastic!

On the home front we are in the middle of a very big transition that is taking all of the extra energy I didn’t have to begin with.  We have officially begun potty training Nate after many stops and starts.  Nate is what you could call stubborn as a mule and he is VERY good at coming up with excuses on the fly as to why he cannot possibly sit on the potty.  He is also more interested in my help than any help from Love so I spent more time sitting in my bathroom reading to him this weekend than watching the Walking Dead marathon…in the end though he went potty twice, once on the big potty with the kiddy seat and once on his little potty. 

You may not think that sounds so great after a whole weekend but let me tell you that I am THRILLED that he did that much.  Up until now it has been a battle to even get him to SIT on the potty let alone pee in it.  For weeks he has screamed and cried every time we have tried to just have him sit on the potty.  At home, my parent’s house, school – it didn’t matter where we were – he was not going to sit on any potty without a fight.  We tried everything (especially bribery, which usually works with him so I hope he’s not catching on to us) and nothing worked.  I bought him underwear, pull-ups, books, M&M’s, a sticker reward chart and of course the potty.  I read about how to approach training and how boys usually take longer than girls…I just didn’t expect it to take this long.

Yesterday he refused to sit on the potty for me in the morning, he refused to sit on the potty at school, he finally sat on the potty for my mom…but nothing happened.  I promised him Saturday that I would buy him an Abby Cadabby doll if he agreed to just try and go potty all weekend.  He fulfilled his end of the bargain so I brought home Abby Cadabby last night.  He was super excited and sat on the potty for us and finally right before bed he went in with Love and he peed!  Love was so excited that he finally went for him and I was ready for some much needed sleep.

Today I brought a potty seat for the toilet at school hoping it would help him pee there.  No such luck.  He refused to pee because he said the portable seat pinched his butt.  Love will buy him a new seat tonight for school and we can try again tomorrow.  My mom was so excited because he peed for her as soon as they got back to my house.  I think we’re making progress.  Hopefully tomorrow we can get him to pee at school.

Summer Sucks...that's right, I said it!

It has been so long since my last entry that I don’t even remember when it was.  This means I am officially in Summer Hell.  Most people look forward to the summer but not me.  To me the summer is the start of something so horrible I don’t even like to think about it.  Warm weather makes my blood go cold because this time of year is an absolute nightmare.

Now don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t always like this for me.  As a kid I loved the summer as much as everyone else.  Getting to play outside and run around with my friends.  Splashing in the pool and playing manhunt at night with our neighbors.  We had an idyllic childhood on

Pitchpine Place

.  With our house included we had 3 houses in a row on both sides of the street filled with kids both my age and my brothers.  It was a wonderful time in our lives and I never wanted the summers to end.  That feeling continued through high school and college.  Even my first job wasn’t so terrible.  I worked on the North Shore in Wading River and my office overlooked the Long Island Sound.  At lunch I could walk down a hundred stairs and hang out on the beach.  It was as good as it could get for a 9 to 5 job.

In 2003 that all changed.  I took the job I have now even though I was told I would never again enjoy my summer.  Before I was even hired I was told we were not allowed to take any vacation days at all during the summer.  Although disappointed I believed I could handle it because the extra money I would be making would be my motivation.  That worked from September until May when I was dying to finally take some time off.  That summer I was able to take a week off to go to my parent’s vacation house on Prince Edward Island, Canada.  That was the last time we were there.

Fast forward to today when I want the summer to end before it even begins.  We are so busy every single day and we have to deal with some pretty difficult people.  Sometimes I just have to remind myself to breathe and to not let things get to me.  It’s hard but it’s the only way to get through.  The heat wave we are currently having only makes things worse because it seems to have the same effect of a full moon around here.  All day yesterday, one by one, everyone in my office lost their shit at some point because of some rude asshole.  Mondays already suck hard enough without dealing with that bullshit.  I wish the weekdays away praying for the weekend and then I am so busy all weekend I don’t even get to relax and enjoy that. 

“Summer time and the livings easy”…not so much.