dammit brain
Jun. 19th, 2013 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineI have too many projects all coming to a head at once. Of course. Since everything's gone berserk, I told my in-town customer that I'd come up to their offices this afternoon, hang out, and Fix All The Things with them. Of course, that means that everything else is going nuts.
Ox lost my badge, so I'm trying to not go anywhere on campus that would require me to detour to find an unlocked door. Unless it's really super windy, you can get almost anywhere through unsecured doors if you're willing to walk just a little further than is convenient. I guess we only want to deter lazy thieves or something.
But since I'm heading to a customer site this afternoon, I had to dress up. My dress is a very 1960 coral and black shirt dress. It's more form-fitting than I think I'm comfortable with - Downwood says I look great, but he's biased. I'm falling into the mental trap of "Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not good enough". I love the pattern, I love the colors, I'm not sure I love my belly. It's also a little shorter than I should probably wear on-site, but my legs look awesome.
So good and bad today. And ups and downs. And sideways.
Emi had a meltdown about going to sleep last night. She has a cold and was itchy and miserable. Ox woke up at 3 screaming, hacking, trying to throw up, and generally miserable. Downwood got him woken up and I got him calmed down. The glider is still a great place for snuggles.
Dang. If I'd remembered my new/used pink dress, I could have stopped at Madison Bead Co. on my way home to see if they have beads that match what it already has going on.
I have some introspection and whining to do, but I think I'll save it until I'm on a Call of Utter Frustration. Until then, I'll rejoice in my wine red hair, 60s look, and fabulous legs and try to ignore the rest.
Ox lost my badge, so I'm trying to not go anywhere on campus that would require me to detour to find an unlocked door. Unless it's really super windy, you can get almost anywhere through unsecured doors if you're willing to walk just a little further than is convenient. I guess we only want to deter lazy thieves or something.
But since I'm heading to a customer site this afternoon, I had to dress up. My dress is a very 1960 coral and black shirt dress. It's more form-fitting than I think I'm comfortable with - Downwood says I look great, but he's biased. I'm falling into the mental trap of "Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not good enough". I love the pattern, I love the colors, I'm not sure I love my belly. It's also a little shorter than I should probably wear on-site, but my legs look awesome.
So good and bad today. And ups and downs. And sideways.
Emi had a meltdown about going to sleep last night. She has a cold and was itchy and miserable. Ox woke up at 3 screaming, hacking, trying to throw up, and generally miserable. Downwood got him woken up and I got him calmed down. The glider is still a great place for snuggles.
Dang. If I'd remembered my new/used pink dress, I could have stopped at Madison Bead Co. on my way home to see if they have beads that match what it already has going on.
I have some introspection and whining to do, but I think I'll save it until I'm on a Call of Utter Frustration. Until then, I'll rejoice in my wine red hair, 60s look, and fabulous legs and try to ignore the rest.
