mele kalikimaka

am blogging sustenance: allegro mocha java coffee
am blogging soundtrack: random Christmas mix

I cannot believe that it's Friday. Where has my week off gone?

Monday was a loss most of the day until Tara dragged me out of the house for a pedicure. I was just in kind of a funk, you know? Fairly late in the evening I did get motivated and finished some Christmas projects for my nieces. Stayed up way past my bedtime . . .

Tuesday begin significantly earlier than was expected or desired. Was awakened by a phone (distress) call from one of my partners begging for coverage at work. I went in but grumbled my way through the day. Got done at a decent time however and finished up some holiday chores. Had an early dinner with Clayton before we headed out for our final kickball game of the season. Was planning on a quick (and cold!) game, possibly a drink out with the team, then home for bed. Turns out we won that game. And the next. Somehow, we found ourselves in the championship game! Ended up with a hard earned second place status that deserved an appropriate celebration. Those jager shots seemed like such a good idea at the time . . .

Wednesday morning I was hungover. Not surprisingly. It would have been a fantastic day to simply laze the hours away in bed. Unfortunately I was packed full of obligations. Had a meeting at work that would have given me a headache even if the jager hadn't. Then ran into traffic up to Flower Mound that just rammed that headache on home. Some cousin time, mildly greasy tex mex, and then later an opportunity to cuddle with Clayton on his couch rounded out my day. I was so tired that I almost fell asleep watching Fast & Furious on blu-ray . . .

Thursday started of with a much needed Annie facial. Quickly followed by a trip to Clayton's parent's house for some good baby time with his nieces. I got to spend the whole afternoon and evening with them - such sweet girls. But. I don't think it would be traitorous to mention that when sleep finally came last night, it came really hard . . .

So here I am, struggling with the fact that my week is gone. So many things I'd hoped to accomplish. So many more hours I'd hoped to spend in my bed. Tomorrow is C's 30th birthday party and I have SO much I need to do to get ready for it. I have lots of little projects half-finished for Christmas. My apartment is a disaster. The inspection on my Jeep is overdue. My muscles - all my muscles - still hurt from the kickball marathon earlier in the week. Want nothing more than to stay in my pajamas and work my way through a pot of coffee while reading some fluffy novel. Oh well, *big sigh*. Maybe my next week off . . .