Working '9 to 5'

Or not. Its very rare in my line of work that I would work long hours and the odd weekend, but with a deadline looming it has to be done. Just bad timing with the week that's in it I guess. Mammy2 has been quite unwell, the kid has been bouncing off walls literally and I am up to me oxters in work. This week has consisted of the following, in no particular order

- Work
- Phone calls from Mammy2 upset about being out of work, feeling guilty because she had to go to the doc, because she had to pay money to her therapist, feeling guilty about life in general.
- Phone calls and txts from the Kid demanding to know why the shopping wasn't done, when were we planning on doing it and how she NEEDED 10 euro for some dress, mounting boards for her portfolio and prints out of the interview process from the four colleges she applied to. Oh, and while I'm at it munchies.
- Nixer updates and organising birthday bashes.
- socialising
- work
- work
- more phone calls as per above.

I'm pretty sure the people I work with think I am some sort of drug dealer, as I tend not to take personal phone calls in the office,so usually when the phone rings, I have to leave the office and head to some remote corridor where I can talk. This week, its happened a lot. Hopefully things will calm down next week. Have I mentioned I am crap on the phone? Txting is fine, but actually answering it? Nah.

I was getting a wee bit stressed about the workload and the hours and then I had a thought. Like I started this blog post with, it is very rare I have to work these hours. I'm in a job I'm very happy with, I get well paid and the odd time I have to work late. There are people out there who work 2 to 3 jobs, hating what they do but do it because they have to. To take care of their family, or to pay for college fees or to just survive. So my few extra hours, doing something I really enjoy is not something worth complaining about :)

The kid got 124 out of a possible 150 marks in her Oral. I am well impressed. From the way she was going on, she thought she might have messed up. She's also nearly finished her portfolio prepartion. There is a list longer then my arm waiting for me at home, regards mounting boards. She'd ask Mammy2 only for Mammy2 is a bit out of it this week and the fact that she gets up and dressed is a bonus. Its that time of the year which is pants for most people, but if you suffer from depression at all, then I reckon its a bitch. Its so hard though to try and make her understand that she doesn't have to worry about anything and that she's too hard on herself. Stuff will get done and there
is nothing that can't wait until tomorrow.

The french grinds kicked off last night, a friend of ours is giving her French grinds, we're hoping she can move up from the E in the xmas exams! We were also in touch with an agency about chemistry grinds as that was the other E. Chemistry is something she has always struggled with but is really interested in. Madness. She's been in really good form though, thank feck. With the exception of me forgetting the munchies one evening, she's been fab. Bating green tea into me like it was going out of fashion. Ovulation is this weekend. I hope the body is ready for it. I hope the
ovaries are ready for it. Feckers that they are. I received a letter from them during the week.

Dear Shelly,
Did you skip biology lessons or summit?
Green tea alone will not get through to us. How many documentaries have you see where there is a green tea bag swimming towards us as a deep voiced man talks about conception.
We need sperm. As you're a laserbeam and don't know what this is, I suggest you have a conversation with a straight person and get back to us asap. Or google it. In the meantime, don't call us, we'll call you.

love and kisses,
your ovaries

They are such bitches.