Finally, a Routine! Of Sorts.
The kids started back to school today, Emily and I have finally found a rhythm to working together in the cramped office space that we share at the store and I am back on the diet and fitness wagon. I cannot tell you how much I need a routine to keep me focused and on track which is so weird given my Sagittarius tendencies towards impulsiveness; I am an enigma wrapped in a mystery and smothered in inconsistency.
Don’t I sound delicious?
Of course, now that I am finally starting to feel somewhat settled, I have been called upon to head back to Old Job to train my replacement. Happily, I will be setting my own schedule which will be dependent upon learning just exactly how much money New Girl is making; if they started her anywhere near what it took me eight and a half years to earn, she can damn well train herself.
Did that sound bitchy? Oh, well.
This afternoon I am also returning to my woman’s club, meetings for which have been suspended since our Christmas party early in December. I miss the ladies who lunch and am looking forward to reconnecting with everyone.
This evening I will spend two hours on the couch with my daughter watching the season premiere of One Tree Hill. I have no love for the Hill but The Girl lurves the Chad Michael Murray and I am loathe to let her watch such a sophisticated show unsupervised.
That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
Also, this evening, I plan to harp in the harpiest way that a harpy ever did harp until Hugh takes down the outside Christmas lights, hangs the framed black and white photos that I brought back from Old Office in my home office, and installs our new home computer (squee!).
With routine comes one hell of a honey-do list, apparently. But, did I mention how happy having a routine makes me? And, when Momma is happy, everyone is happy.
Cocktails all around!