Ugh what a day. First time to put my feet up.
Hubs had an early morning - he's doing twice a week inspections at palomar airport - so Tuesday's and Friday's will be early mornings. Which means...His alarm goes off, he hits snooze a bunch while I bustle around packing his lunch, feeding the mutt and releasing the kluckens. Away he goes...at least I got some laze time in bed before I had to hop in the shower but there was no falling back asleep for me.
Go to work, forgot my phone at home so had to have my coworker be my designated texter to some of the foremen, yay today is day two of payroll so finishing that up and dealing with some 401k shenanigans and how to untangle that mess. (Luckily was easily untangled - just had to figure out the how)
Find out later that afternoon that one of our guys' scheduled pours was cancelled so without ANYONE checking my property or anything LETS POUR THE PAD TOMORROW. Bear in mind this doesn't give me time to schedule a portapotty or anything like that. F....and with me and hubs at work and dog at home I can't just say come in and use the house bathroom. So come home. Turns out hubs has a guest. Peach's other new bed was delivered (yep I got another one so she has her grey one in the living room and a new brown one in the bedroom - no more hauling beds between living room and bedroom when I go to work!! (Hubs gripes about her being on our bed when we're not home, so she gets locked out of the rooms)
What does hubs do? Same thing he does with other boxes. Takes stuff out. Doesn't break them down or anything and just leaves them in the living room by the front door. Thanks hubs.
So at this point, I just got home, move her new bed (which he put on top of her grey bed) into the bedroom and grab my phone. Check my emails etc - email from my mom. My aunts surgery was today. She's been battling the big c for a while. Double mastectomy and all and it still came back. So they had to do surgery. I can't even call my mom cause right then I hear a gentle knocking on the front door. Hubs ignores it (of course), knock again and I answer and ''tis our friends four year old. So I can't sneak away and make a probably emotional phone call to my mom cause these kids are on me like freaking glue. Manage at least to throw a load in the laundry (with both girls following me) and then it's everyone out for dinner. (Like I have time for this right now?) get back home after sunset. Mom is on eastern time so too late to call her - hubs and his guest go off-roading in offroadvo so I do the quickest coop clean ever and what pathetic poopy scoop I can do in the fading light, bundle up some tumbleweeds, gather garbage and remember those boxes hubs left in the living room? Oh yes. I did battle with those trying to cram them into the recycle bin for garbage day tomorrow. There may have been excessive usage of the fudgebombs....I don't recommend trying to do this while holding kitchen scissors in one hand. (TO break down the darned things)
So then it's to the groc store to get some provisions for the guys who are going to be working here tomorrow. (Water, Gatorade and muffins...and a big thing of ice for the cooler) I may point them in the direction of the big rocks on our property and say feel free to water that...sigh. Trying to cram the big thing of ice in the freezer wasn't easy. And then kitchen dishes from lunches emptying out the dishwasher you know, the house chores I didn't get to do.
And then hubs gets back with his guest, tells me he's taking my car downtown does it have enough gas and gets grumpy when I tell him to put some gas in there (he loves to leave me really low - and I'm a little OCD with that.) and then asks me if I'm going with them downtown.
Let's see. The foreman for the slab told me he'd be here at 6:30 am. It's now 9. I am freaking exhausted and still have stuff to do. And we all know I'll be the one dealing with him at 6:30, which means I'll have to get up earlier to make myself presentable so I'm not greeting him in the morning chicken attire (ripped Jammie pants and rather well loved tank top and Crazy hair)
bah. Cluckers, thanks for letting me vent.
Hubs had an early morning - he's doing twice a week inspections at palomar airport - so Tuesday's and Friday's will be early mornings. Which means...His alarm goes off, he hits snooze a bunch while I bustle around packing his lunch, feeding the mutt and releasing the kluckens. Away he goes...at least I got some laze time in bed before I had to hop in the shower but there was no falling back asleep for me.
Go to work, forgot my phone at home so had to have my coworker be my designated texter to some of the foremen, yay today is day two of payroll so finishing that up and dealing with some 401k shenanigans and how to untangle that mess. (Luckily was easily untangled - just had to figure out the how)
Find out later that afternoon that one of our guys' scheduled pours was cancelled so without ANYONE checking my property or anything LETS POUR THE PAD TOMORROW. Bear in mind this doesn't give me time to schedule a portapotty or anything like that. F....and with me and hubs at work and dog at home I can't just say come in and use the house bathroom. So come home. Turns out hubs has a guest. Peach's other new bed was delivered (yep I got another one so she has her grey one in the living room and a new brown one in the bedroom - no more hauling beds between living room and bedroom when I go to work!! (Hubs gripes about her being on our bed when we're not home, so she gets locked out of the rooms)
What does hubs do? Same thing he does with other boxes. Takes stuff out. Doesn't break them down or anything and just leaves them in the living room by the front door. Thanks hubs.
So at this point, I just got home, move her new bed (which he put on top of her grey bed) into the bedroom and grab my phone. Check my emails etc - email from my mom. My aunts surgery was today. She's been battling the big c for a while. Double mastectomy and all and it still came back. So they had to do surgery. I can't even call my mom cause right then I hear a gentle knocking on the front door. Hubs ignores it (of course), knock again and I answer and ''tis our friends four year old. So I can't sneak away and make a probably emotional phone call to my mom cause these kids are on me like freaking glue. Manage at least to throw a load in the laundry (with both girls following me) and then it's everyone out for dinner. (Like I have time for this right now?) get back home after sunset. Mom is on eastern time so too late to call her - hubs and his guest go off-roading in offroadvo so I do the quickest coop clean ever and what pathetic poopy scoop I can do in the fading light, bundle up some tumbleweeds, gather garbage and remember those boxes hubs left in the living room? Oh yes. I did battle with those trying to cram them into the recycle bin for garbage day tomorrow. There may have been excessive usage of the fudgebombs....I don't recommend trying to do this while holding kitchen scissors in one hand. (TO break down the darned things)
So then it's to the groc store to get some provisions for the guys who are going to be working here tomorrow. (Water, Gatorade and muffins...and a big thing of ice for the cooler) I may point them in the direction of the big rocks on our property and say feel free to water that...sigh. Trying to cram the big thing of ice in the freezer wasn't easy. And then kitchen dishes from lunches emptying out the dishwasher you know, the house chores I didn't get to do.
And then hubs gets back with his guest, tells me he's taking my car downtown does it have enough gas and gets grumpy when I tell him to put some gas in there (he loves to leave me really low - and I'm a little OCD with that.) and then asks me if I'm going with them downtown.
Let's see. The foreman for the slab told me he'd be here at 6:30 am. It's now 9. I am freaking exhausted and still have stuff to do. And we all know I'll be the one dealing with him at 6:30, which means I'll have to get up earlier to make myself presentable so I'm not greeting him in the morning chicken attire (ripped Jammie pants and rather well loved tank top and Crazy hair)
bah. Cluckers, thanks for letting me vent.
I feel like you're my soulmate. 
