Feb 25 2003
Back in the saddle
Well, I’m back. More or less, and for what it’s worth.
Really, there’s been nothing to report in the past two weeks, since my life was pretty much reduced to a treadmill which was even – if you can imagine this – less fun than the one at the gym or the one gathering dust in your basement. This particular one consisted of the following, repeated seemingly ad infinitum and definitely ad nauseam:
- Work for 9-11 hours with ever-changing deadlines and ever-new crises caused solely by those who never look at anything you give them until the very last minute, which in turn gives you that minute and that minute only to fix it. You can give these things to them two weeks ahead and it won’t make a whit of difference. Digression: when’s the last time you used “whit” in a sentence? And really meant it?
- Walk to the gym uphill and try to work off the tension accumulated during the day. Can’t be done, at least by me.
- Run errands on the way home such as shopping, picking up or dropping off cleaning. Get cleaned up from gym exertions, feed cats, make dinner*.
- Watch less than an hour of TV after dinner. Fall asleep. Be prodded to bed. Sleep exhausted for about four hours, then wake up for another three. Variation: have anxiety attack wake you up. Fall asleep just as the alarm goes off and curse the evil necessity of hauling your ass to work every day.
- Repeat Step One.
And then spend Saturdays with your histrionic and thankless mother, who still gives you a hard time no matter what. There you have it.
*Now, for those of you about to scream sexism, let me just say that I am a very good cook and John isn’t one. Also he does the dishes. And cooking is the only creative thing I do.
5 Responses to “Back in the saddle”
You need a holiday! That’s the answer. Go splurge and pamper yourself, you deserve it.
*hugs*
Sounds like a crappy couple of weeks. You DO need a vacation!
Well, there’s a mini-break in my near future: a long weekend in Boston in the middle of March to see the Impressionist Landscape exhibit. Not as good as Amber’s trip to Belize, but it will have to do!
Hang in there Suzy.
I feel for you – I’ve been
working 70 hours a week
and trying to do the gym and
be a wife etc . . . it certainly isn’t easy. You deserve a vacation with a personal massuse and lots of good libations 😉
I would say this is very creative! I agree with Jennifer above: go shopping and buy yourself something nice that you wouldn’t otherwise buy. It always works for me when I’ve slaved in the mines for too long. A trip to Belize would be good too!:)