Meetings started before 7am this morning and I'm still going at 5:30 pm. I am starting to lose my mind.
I'm not sure I'm still effective because I am starting to want to hurt people with office supplies. (Dear employee, if I am looking at you strangely it's because I'm wondering how I could stuff wads of paper in ...) I think I'll leave that thought to my inside voice.
My assistant accuses me of sniffing white-out. That's got to be better than the rubber cement we spread all over our desks in 5th grade.
Back to the present, I managed to throw dinner in the oven although I was supposed to do it last night for the crock pot. Details!
I think all of this business and year end craziness beyond all normalcy and reason is causing me to lose touch with my children. Andrew told me last night that he wants to be a grape when he grows up. I can only hope he's talking about champagne grapes. Today he reassessed and informed me that he's back on for archeology. I'm glad, but I would have loved him even he was a grape- even a yellowed grocery store grape.
Now that's love, huh? Please excuse me while I undo this string of paperclips that I could probably use to....