I got in and found an email from one of my employees saying he needed to discuss something with me. He quit.
It was 84 degrees in our office.
I ate sushi from SuperFresh, thinking, “well, it probably won’t kill me…”
Jen started talking about how we need to move out of the city and learn how to be sustainable in everything to survive the coming apocalypse from peak oil and food shortages. This was at 9pm when she brought the kids in from visiting with the neighbors.
The girls were kicking each other. Natalie refused to brush her teeth again. Then Olivia fell asleep after moving to her sleeping bag on our floor, which was nice and easy.
Natalie came back to our bed and insisted that I leave. I went to the guest bedroom, angry that Jen was bring up a topic that makes me feel like she is the only one whose thoughts and desire matter in this world after I had such a shitty day.
Natalie fell asleep eventually. Then I thrashed and woke up drenched in sweat (our upstairs is beastly hot) at 2:21 in the morning. Nightmares.
I got a fan and plugged it in. Listened to some music on the iPod to try to calm down and get some sleep.
The argument about the coming “apocalypse” continued this morning.
I rode into work and my derailleurs are wonky. Shifting into 4th sometimes means shifting into 3rd.
Happy Hump Day!
No, don’t leave the city! When there’s no more fuel, it’ll be where all the farmers are selling their food anyway. If fuel’s gone, we won’t even need bike lanes.* BIKES WILL BE KING/QUEEN!
*[Not that we need them that much now.]
I thought I had something clever to say…but I don’t.
I hate it when I disagree with my husband before bed.
And when the child doesn’t do as asked.
And the temps are as high as they have been.
And I have to deal with stupid people at work.
Hopefully Thursday is better than Wednesday….at least the temps have begun to drop!
I can think of nothing clever to say lately either. Our girls are on the worst schedule ever — konking out around 10pm which drives me bonkers.
What’s worse is that they get so cranky/wound up/psyho even though it is obvious that they are both exhausted…
I’m not very religious, but I might start praying for some sanity and relief…