Yesterday. Yesterday was a hellofaday.
Remember that morning minute I talked about yesterday? Yeah, that one minute was all I got of quiet and calm.
Work was a…b….bear…yeah, that’s it… It was busy as hell and I got absolutely NOTHING I planned to get done, done. Everyone, it seems, needed help for with or for something. The phones were off the hook and meetings popped up outta nowhere.
A co-worker sent me the graphic above. That about sums up my energy at the end of the day.
The busy season has begun.
“Ooh they’re so pretty!”
“I just love fall. Crisp air and all the pretty colors on the trees.”
…said no one ever! Well, at least by someone who has the major task of raking all that “pretty fall color” out of their yard. Or, if you are in the Northwest, there is the forever piles of pine needles clogging up everything in sight! Sheesh.
As long as the days are dry and the weather is moderately mild, you can cheat and blow them outta the yard into your neighbor’s yard fairly easily. Once it get wet, as in rain, you need a freaking jet engine to blow them things loose.
So, if you don’t (or can’t) stay on top of the task, you are left raking – back busting, blister inducing, getting all wet and cold hell. After hours of sweating and bagging, you can see the lawn. And then the next wind storm comes and the process starts all over again. Welcome to fall hell…
Trees suck. We should cut them all down.
I think I was being punished yesterday.
Why, you ask?
I attempted what no rational adult should attempt.
I went shopping at IKEA with kids. OK, there, I said it. I have known it for a while but I am irrational.
It is a HUGE mistake to take your kids shopping with you at IKEA. They whine. They complain. They constantly have to be taken to the bathroom. They touch things. They run around. All while you are slowly losing your mind and repeating yourself incessantly. Yes, they do have a “play area” for kids. BUT, get this…apparently there are so many rules that few kids even qualify. And if they do, they can only stay there for an hour. Yeah, you read that right, AN HOUR!! It take like three hours just to walk through the store, let alone try and shop.
No rational conversations can be had. No decisions can be made.
All you wanna do when you’re done at the place is smash your head against something hard until you pass out. Yes, that must be what Hell will be like…eternally shopping with your kids.
Here’s an IDEA…IKEA should be a kid free zone.