I thought I'd define myself and my life within the context of what happened to me today:
When I got to my office, where I work as a project manager, I was greeted by a phone call from our car dealership. Our poor little station wagon, beat from ten years worth of urban mileage, will cost more to repair than what it is worth. Time to get rid of it.
Going back to being a one-vehicle family, while challenging, may not be so bad after all -- our new apartment is less than a mile from the commuter rail station. But we're not moving until August...so, hmmm...
Speaking of moving, while in the weekly staff meeting with my boss, a moving company called with a quote for our move -- while it is not as much as the other quote I got, it's still a lot. A thousand bucks to move the contents of a two bedroom apartment 7.7 miles? Oy.
Over lunch, I had to call about settling the sublease for a new office space for the non-profit that I chair. We're moving the office at the end of the month and working to secure phone and internet service through another organization. That is a headache on top of the migraine that I was already developing.
And yes, even with all this stuff happening in my life, I still managed to get quite a bit of work done. In fact, I felt as though I had just woken up from a very long job-related nap, and found myself to be surprisingly productive after what seemed to be a few foggy, bored weeks of moving papers around. But I also had to deal with more of the harsh realities of office politics that has made going to work lately so very unpleasant. Please, people, I had enough of cliques when I was in high school. I don't need them now.
And somewhere in there I managed to call my OB-GYN's office to leave a message for the doc. 5 cycles of IUIs and nothing yet. While I was panicking last week, I am much more reasonable this week, and pondering the wisdom of spending $ on an appointment I may not need.
One more meeting -- this time with a developer -- and I loathe meetings with developers, because they never seem to get it (I'm sure that developers feel the same way about clients). Right after that, I dashed off to meet Jane at the kids' little league game. Apparently, I missed Gavi's best play all season -- a triple, followed by a bold steal for home. Jane and I sat in the warm setting sun of a June evening, enjoying the kid-ness of the kids, counting our blessings, and marveling in our luck.
So, we got the kids home, washed, fed, and snuggled. I let them stay up a little later than usual because Jane is going off on her regular trip to Baltimore tomorrow, and I know she missed them terribly over the weekend.
Now, I am sitting at my machine, finishing this entry, waiting to get my own snuggle time with my wife before she's gone for the rest of the week.
My day, in a nutshell -- and I left a lot out. Can you imagine?
