Frustration
In the interest of keeping myself semi-sane, I have decided to list my frustrations for the week, so everyone can share in my misery.
1) Spending an entire day getting excited for the newest Vampire Diaries episode (and this after wondering why Twitter was not filled with spoilers, as it always is on Thursday afternoons--to the point that I have had to actually stop following the actual Vampire Diaries twitter feed, because--hey people, I am on the west coast. I am three hours away from the show you have already seen), and blithely settling down with wine and a salted butter cookie (seriously, you have GOT to try those) to watch Klaus suffer, and ... wft????!!! A rerun. It happened to be one of the shows where Klaus is actually suffering quite a bit, so it was at least redeemable. But still, there are few things so frustrating as looking forward to something and having that expectation cruelly crushed. CRUSHED, I tell you.
2) Attending College Previews with my teenage daughter, who is so anxious to put high school behind her and actually attend college that she is a bit annoying in that Yes-these-are-my-parents-please-ignore-them-they-have-no-relevance-to-my-life kind of way. Which is, I guess pretty common for teenage girls, regardless of whether they're anxious to begin their lives hanging with too many irritating roommates in tiny rooms and eating pizza at 4 in the morning (not that it's a BAD thing) while watching the rising sun peeking through darkened windows surrounded by cement blocks.
So there were two college previews.
First one: pretty good until my husband lost his glasses somewhere on campus and spent two hours searching for them while my daughter and I tried vainly to enjoy the experience. At one point, my husband released an incredibly long and loud spiel of invective (not that I am particularly averse to long streams of invective, you understand. I have been known to indulge in such things once or twice myself, but this was on a private Catholic-school campus--there is a place and time for everything) that had every passing person staring at all three of us in horror and contempt. Yeah. Special.
Second campus preview: POURING DOWN RAIN with no umbrellas. Yeah, that was a fun campus tour.
3) Spending the entire morning today dealing with the Auto Body place and the Rental Car place.
My husband: why are you complaining? It will only take about 20 minutes to drop off the car and get the rental.
Me: twenty minutes? In what world are you living? It's going to take an hour and a half.
Husband: You're always exaggerating.
How long did it take? You guessed it: AN HOUR AND A HALF. Which gave me approximately 2 hours to work on the editing of the new ms., because I had other appointments this afternoon.
Stressed out? Why yes, how did you guess?
So today, I managed to edit ONE scene. ONE. And you know what? I call it victory.
I feel better now. You're welcome.
1) Spending an entire day getting excited for the newest Vampire Diaries episode (and this after wondering why Twitter was not filled with spoilers, as it always is on Thursday afternoons--to the point that I have had to actually stop following the actual Vampire Diaries twitter feed, because--hey people, I am on the west coast. I am three hours away from the show you have already seen), and blithely settling down with wine and a salted butter cookie (seriously, you have GOT to try those) to watch Klaus suffer, and ... wft????!!! A rerun. It happened to be one of the shows where Klaus is actually suffering quite a bit, so it was at least redeemable. But still, there are few things so frustrating as looking forward to something and having that expectation cruelly crushed. CRUSHED, I tell you.
2) Attending College Previews with my teenage daughter, who is so anxious to put high school behind her and actually attend college that she is a bit annoying in that Yes-these-are-my-parents-please-ignore-them-they-have-no-relevance-to-my-life kind of way. Which is, I guess pretty common for teenage girls, regardless of whether they're anxious to begin their lives hanging with too many irritating roommates in tiny rooms and eating pizza at 4 in the morning (not that it's a BAD thing) while watching the rising sun peeking through darkened windows surrounded by cement blocks.
So there were two college previews.
First one: pretty good until my husband lost his glasses somewhere on campus and spent two hours searching for them while my daughter and I tried vainly to enjoy the experience. At one point, my husband released an incredibly long and loud spiel of invective (not that I am particularly averse to long streams of invective, you understand. I have been known to indulge in such things once or twice myself, but this was on a private Catholic-school campus--there is a place and time for everything) that had every passing person staring at all three of us in horror and contempt. Yeah. Special.
Second campus preview: POURING DOWN RAIN with no umbrellas. Yeah, that was a fun campus tour.
3) Spending the entire morning today dealing with the Auto Body place and the Rental Car place.
My husband: why are you complaining? It will only take about 20 minutes to drop off the car and get the rental.
Me: twenty minutes? In what world are you living? It's going to take an hour and a half.
Husband: You're always exaggerating.
How long did it take? You guessed it: AN HOUR AND A HALF. Which gave me approximately 2 hours to work on the editing of the new ms., because I had other appointments this afternoon.
Stressed out? Why yes, how did you guess?
So today, I managed to edit ONE scene. ONE. And you know what? I call it victory.
I feel better now. You're welcome.
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