....it's Tuesday again. And I've been less than stellar at posting my antics here.
Let's see...
Truth is... Youngest and I finally got around to cleaning his fish tank and putting in all the new roman column decorations he got for Christmas. We did an 80% water change since the water quality was horrendous, but so as to not shock the fish any further, we used warm water to replace the old. Except Youngest took that to mean water piped straight from the depths of hell, skyrocketing the temp in the tank to nearly 100 degrees. So we did the only logical thing... we gathered snow from outside and dumped it in by the bucketful.
Yes my friends, we made indoor icebergs. It was awesome. Even more awesome... the fish seem to be doing fine and loving their new decor. Youngest opted to use some stacked stone from the yard and made multiple level tunnels and caves. As his red tipped shark swam through the stone caverns, he looked at me and said "It's like the tunnels of the Mexican drug cartels.".
*sigh*
Truth is... yes, you are not mistaken, I said SNOW outside. We had the pleasure of dragging out the snow blower yesterday and digging through the garage for the long put away shovel for an unexpected 8 inches of snow. Delivering mail in it? Awesome. Sticking my fingers in the vent of the car to regain feeling because I have no idea where my good gloves are? Even more awesome. I still have no idea where the ice scraper went. But on the plus side, we did not lose power and we'll be seeing the grass in about a week.
Truth is... we went through a count at work. A count is when the Post Office literally counts every piece of mail, scan code, parcel, and every step we take during the day to determine how much to pay us. It's tedious, antiquated, and a giant pain in the a$$. Which is why it's only done office wide every 4 years or so. I was opted into this count since my route is heavily over burdened. And, as expected, my route came back about 5 hours over what they can pay me. Which means that while I will subject to another pay cut, my workload will also be lessened... just in time for summertime sunshine.
Awesome right? Except on the day everything was finalized, Boston decided to automate all of our catalogs. Which means another count in 5 weeks. And a GIANT pay cut. One that there is no way I can prepare for. And while we are all keeping our fingers crossed that it turns out for the best, I must admit I am not really looking forward to having over a thousand customers.
Truth is... my vacation can not come soon enough. It's days away my friends. Yes, it's badly timed and involves thousands of dollars being spent on a location I'd rather not go. But man oh man, I can not wait to walk away from work for ten days regardless of the reason.
Truth is... Youngest and I are headed to the island shortly for a 50 mile bike ride with the Scouts. I will not be camping unless you count staying in a Spa on the other end of the island. I want to ride the entire 50 miles, really I do. But there comes a time in every mom's life when she must say to herself, "What the hell am I doing? I'm not earning a badge.... I should stay in and eat a nice breakfast and just meet them half way. It's my vacation too." And that's just what I intend to do. :)
Truth is... I am at the point where I just don't even care what happens at work while I am gone. I'm considering it practice for when I go out for my carpal tunnel surgery and then later for my abdominal surgery. Three weeks for one, and 6 to 8 for the other. It has occurred to me that while I've been trying to make things easier for my sub that he's never actually doing anything for himself, and therefore leaving a giant ass mess for me to clean up the next day. So it's time for a bit of tough love.
Truth is... we lost two of my favorite people this past weekend. One to adult CF, the other to ALS. Funny thing about obituaries, there's so much more to a person than what you think you know. I met them both in the last 13 years of their lives, completely forgetting that they had an entire life before that, when they were young and full of opportunities.
Truth is... that abut sums it up here.
.....What's going on for your Tuesday?
