half-gone

my shift was half gone when i realized that the sun had come up, i hadn't had a break, and i was suddenly starving. good thing i was tapped to go on break just then. and this is just pre-thanksgiving. next week should be REAL fun.

the day was half gone when i woke up from my nap at noon today, ready to get started on everything i have on the calendar for today, after work, that is.

my cold is half gone. well, prolly more than half gone; i'm just feeling tired and headache-y.

my brain cells are half gone because my dear darling dickhead of a husband thinks he's sick too and has decided to bury himself in bed, blaring dream theater's new album from his laptop for hours on end. it was blasting when i arrived home at 11, it was still going when i woke up from my nap at noon, and i imagine it never shut up the whole 2 hours i was at the cookie booth sale. it's still going. i've even shut the office door. i think he just turned it up. call me old, whatever, i listen to my music loud too, just not ALL THE DAMN TIME!!!! moderation is the key.

my patience is half gone, with trying to run a household in a fog half the week, not getting any help from dh or the kids, and the dog begging to be walked 24/7. ok, maybe not that much; maybe 14/7. she doesn't even move at 3:00 when i'm leaving for work. i'm trying to make things work, i just feel run-down and tired all the time and i wish i had a second or third pair of hands sometimes. like now. i need to walk the dog and make dinner, but i'm still freezing from being outside all afternoon and all i wanna do is join everyone else under blankies and veg.

*sigh*

off to make dinner. i guess the dog will wait until dishes are done.