When I don’t have time to blog I get ornery. I think that is because writing is pretty much the only relaxing activity that I partake in. I can see the book title now: How Blogging Saved What Was Left of My Sanity. Oh and my definition of ornery might be slightly different than those close to me. I, ahem, don’t admit to ornery very often, so you know it has to be ugly, right?
Well, I haven’t had time to write lately, or to even breathe for that matter … and I am getting ORNERY. Ornery as is I am nearing that little precipice where being nice to innocent bystanders is teetering on impossible.
Situations like this are best illustrated with examples, so let me give you an overview of my schedule from last Friday morning through tomorrow night. While I know that is the last thing on earth you care to read, taking this out on my keyboard might help release some of this stress. Hmmm, where to start. I worked a 16-hour day, orchestrated a company event for 146 people, emceed portion of said event, drove 14 hours (round trip) to see my sister, met my nephew, attending my nephew’s bris ( deserves its own post, as I am not Jewish), didn’t sleep one night while listening to my bleating nephew (not so endearing when shrieking baby is not yours), worked a 10-hour day, presented to our Board of Directors, developed a mid-term exam, had a Dr.’s appt that was beyond infuriating (deserves it’s own book, I am certain), will work another 8-hour day, and then administer exam to class.
I’m such a slacker. I mean, whatever will I do with the second half of the week? Well, besides packing three people for a vacation and being a single parent in the meantime.
I think ornery is a rather generous description.
Perhaps I SHOULD avoid blogging during times like this, since everyone enjoys nothing more than coming to a pity party, right?