Domestic Geek

OY, this is going to be a long-assed day. I had to take dad to the airport this morning. He's spending a couple of weeks out with my sister in California for the holidays. His flight leaves at 8:30 this morning, but as he wanted to make sure he got there in plenty of time, he wanted to be picked up at 5:30. The roads were clear and no waiting to get into the airport, so I dropped him off at a little after 6 am. Of course, I couldn't sleep last night. I couldn't go to sleep and then couldn't stay asleep. I hate how when you're afraid you're going to oversleep, you end up waking up every hour or so. I wish I had time to go back to sleep for an hour or so before I have to leave for work, but Marcus' alarm started going off at 7 and will go off every 10 minutes until he decides to roll out of bed. Oh, well. I almost wish that I would get to leave work early today...almost. I need money more than sleep at this point.

I had a bunch of stuff I was going to post, but now I can't remember. Too tired. I guess I'll keep a list at work and hopefully have something more interesting to say later.

Man, I swear I must have holes in my head. I had all these things I was thinking about on the drive home from work today that just slipped out by the time I got my computer booted. *sigh* I also make notes to myself when I'm at work about stuff, like things I want to do or a hexadecimal code for a color that I'd like to work into my site and danged if I can find those notes I made yesterday, either.

I think I caught my dog's diarrhea (just kidding about the catching it part — not the having it part).

I'm trying to fix my web site because something has been slowing the loading of it down and now it won't load at all. Marcus says our server is getting hammered. I hate hackers and spammers.

Have you ever had a dream where you won the lottery and then reality hit you hard in the face when you woke up that you hadn't? I did this morning. That's how my day started. My mom was also in the dream (very much alive and well), so that hurt, too. I was so bummed when I woke up (two hours early) that I couldn't get back to sleep. Then I find the dog in my craft room, no word as to whether I'm ever going to be full time at work, forgot to send my Netflix movie back so I could get Pirates of the Carribean for the weekend, diarrhea on my carpet, poop on my great aunt's heirloom quilt, my shower is leaking and I don't have the money to go buy parts, I'm a burden on Marcus, there's no money for Christmas presents again this year, I want to bake Christmas cookies but I don even have enough money to buy regular food...I'm at the end of my rope.

I've been trying to not vent this stuff here because I've been trying to be more positive about life, but today was bad. While I was scrubbing the carpet, I just lost it. The huge feeling of hopelessness just overcame me and I started bawling. I'm just so tired of bad things. I'm at the same point I was last year. I don't want Christmas to come at all.

I hate scrubbing sh*t out of the carpet! It's a good thing The Office is on tonight so I can get a little humor. It will probably not be as good as last year's, but it better not suck.

I don't know what germs Marcus brought into our house, but I hate them. He was getting better, I thought I had gotten the upper hand and !WHAM! I'm sick. Grrrr. It's only an annoying cough and a small fever right now, but I'm still fighting. I managed to accomplish nothing yesterday. I didn't even watch The Year Without a Santa Claus. Well, I did chip ice away from where we need to put the ladder up today, but that's about it.

Marcus didn't end up getting home from work until 7:30 this morning. His alarm went off at 7 (as it does everyday), but he wasn't in bed. I got up and the light I had left on for him was still on. No Marcus. I check IM and my phone. No messages. Our workplace isn't in the greatest neighborhood, so of course all my thoughts turned to the worst. Fortunately, he answered his cell when I called and he was on his way home. *whew* I hope he wakes up before it gets dark so he can put up my outside lights. I don't do crawling around on the roof. I don't particularly want to spend the day in the ER. Getting him to bed at a decent hour tonight is going to be a pain, too. Oh, well.

OK, I'm going to go and try to get something accomplished today.