The day started off innocent enough. The Boy slept until the perfect time (645, btw), and we had an uneventful preparation for our day. Well, other than he didn’t want to eat. He didn’t eat again tonight hardly, so I am guessing he is going through a bit of a lull in his energy needs. None the less, uneventful.
I decided to stop off and see if the mechanic could replace my fan engine thingy. I would remember the name, except I am trying and am not a fan of cars. He said he could do it today, so I called a co-worker and waited patiently. I also explained an issue I’ve been having when trying to start the Envoy, but they never could duplicate that issue. So the Envoy was in the shop…
Work was jam packed action from the moment I arrived. No, BEFORE I arrived, because I was working while waiting for my ride too. I have resigned myself to never getting ahead and always being behind…at least until the new guy is trained. After a week, he still does not have access to the computers. Privitization at its best. Thank you ACE-IT for wasting tax payer money.
Anyway… at work, I couldn’t really figure out why I was feeling so irritated, but then I realized it was my workload, the Envoy, preparing for Milan… this and more was on my mind. On days like this, I need more than a to-do list. I need a personal assistant!
I was able to run some errands this evening. I picked up some of the things Kevin wants brought to him and a few things for myself. I wanted to be home by 730 to put The Boy to bed, so I asked the babysitter to come back next week too for a couple of hours. It works better this way. After I get back from Italy, I might start having her come one night a week for a couple of hours so I can run errands or go sit in a cafe. She comes over after her regular job, so she is already in town, and The Boy loves her.
On the flip side, the Envoy is making a noise that was not there when I took it in this morning, so I will have to stop by the shop tomorrow morning and try to get them to fix whatever they broke.
Now… it’s almost time for bed. I need to push this all out of my mind and rest, because a friend’s daughter is coming over around 5 tomorrow morning. My friend is having a baby and needed me to take the older daughter to daycare, so she could get to the hospital in time. No sweat. It’s The Boy’s girlfriend. 
