Nuked

Midday, midweek. I’m still here.

Things at work are... working... sort of.

The microwave at my office has some display issues. Only the digit to the far right displays, and only three-quarters of that digit, at that. It still works. It doesn’t heat things as much as you would expect for a given time interval and it’s pretty hard to see how it’s progressing until it beeps at you. I’m pretty sure that its sense of timing is fairly fictional altogether. But it does, in fact, heat things up. Also something red exploded in there at some point in the distant past and no one's owned up to it or bothered to clean it up.

This is as accurate a picture of what I’m walking into that can possibly be painted.

Meanwhile, on the home planet, I’m coping with the logistics of the working mom sandwich. I’ve got clients calling me this week (where the hell where you guys last month?) and a Crow edition that’s supposed to be at the printers tomorrow. Everybody laugh with me; it’s funny. Then let’s mix in some equipment failures, like the dead battery in the Honda when it’s time for me to leave the office (late) to pick up the kid, all because I left the headlights on and the kid switched on the dome light while I was cramming lunches and work books into the car.

And while we’re talking equipment failures, Trader Joe’s? Your organic flour tortillas? Either make a stronger bag or a weaker ziplock zipper. Honestly, it’s starch, not uranium in there. This was an equipment failure I was not expecting to add to my lengthy list for the week.

Did I mention the Christmas tree? It’s starting to look like a tumbleweed. It’s really time to pack up those ornaments and haul that sucker out to the curb. (Time? Laugh again. Still funny.) And the wisemen never did make it to the nativity scene this year. Late. Typical. Meanwhile Luke has been having fun with the baby Jesus and friends action figures which have traveled on rocket ships into space, captained pirate ships, and more glamourous still, driven garbage trucks.

And why am I blogging when I clearly don’t have the time? Because I feel like I’m spinning in circles and if I don’t get some sleep, eat something, or check something off my list (notice that’s an “or” statement; I’m realistic) then my only recourse is to go screaming from the rooftops. And honestly? A blog reaches more people more effectively than my voice from the roof, and scattered as my brain is this week, and clumsy as I am every day, ladders? Not such a good idea right now.

Though I suppose I could take the Christmas lights down while I’m dangling from the rain gutters.