The torment is nearly over.
So, I’m not as grouchy today. That’s a good thing. Considering that Christmas is the day after tomorrow. Klumpen helped me wrap all of TOH’s presents last night, so that’s one thing to cross off my to do list.
Tonight I have to call my Mom and let her know that the shawl is not going to be done in time. I’ve been knitting away, but still have over 1/2 the border to finish. Regular readers have been listening to my blather about this shawl for months now. I feel guilty that I’m not finishing it on time, and then the guilt makes me not want to work on it. Definite catch-22 going on there.
I had brought simple travel knitting to work with me today, because we were to have a huge Office meeting at Headquarters downtown, and I would have needed to spend an hour on the shuttle getting there and back. Well, they decided that it would be a pain to try to get all those people downtown and back (not to mention wasting an hour of their work time), so they videoconferenced the meeting. Which turned out to be a lot about nothing. We’re being reorganized, but it’s the management that’s going to feel the most impact from it, and no one is losing his or her job. So, rather than knit, after the meeting, I shut my door and took my regularly scheduled nap.
Which is also a good thing, as this story from today’s WTOP web site shows.
Most adults need at least seven hours of sleep each night on a regular basis, doctors said. One who gets less than that for several nights on end will suffer loss of concentration, irritability and sometimes irrational anger.
Now why does that sound so familiar?
I’m angry at the nasty little children at TSM’s daycare. He’d bought a coffee mug for TOH at the school secret Santa store, and brought it from school to daycare with him. However, it never made it home from daycare. His teacher remembers him showing it to her, and then putting it in his backpack. She also thinks she knows who took it, but can’t be positive and doesn’t want to falsely accuse anyone. Well, that’s fine, but my son is now out a Christmas present for his father. Not that we can’t afford to replace it, but that’s not the point. So, I’ve been telling TSM that, “Maybe the person who took it couldn’t afford to buy a present for their father, and they need it more than you do.” Meanwhile, I’m still pissed.
In other news that sort of pisses me off, my stepson J* will be stopping by our house for Christmas day. He’s managed to graduate from Navy basic training, and after January 4th, will be stationed at Anacostia Naval Station, here in lovely DC. The Navy couldn’t send him somewhere farther away, like San Diego? They had to send him right back here? Klumpen just called, and he showed up at the house, looking for the few meager belongings he’d sent to TOH back when he entered basic training. But by the time Klumpen had gotten in touch with TOH, Batboy, as we’d come to call him before he moved out, had disappeared. These are the only clothes he owns? What’s he been doing with his Navy pay? He has enough time to get himself a cell phone, but can’t be bothered to buy himself a pair of pants? Whatever.
So, tonight I’ll be wrapping more presents. Then tomorrow it’s here to the office for four hours, and then home to bake cookies. Must have cookies for Santa, you know.