and all is well.... or maybe I should say, that all is as well as it could be expected. Hmmm. Today was definitely hell day for me... probably because I had to work, it is the middle of my working week (well I only work three days?) and I got a speeding fine.
I knew that I was doing over the limit this morning on the way to work. I also knew that the local Toowoomba constabulary cruise the highway in an unmarked blue Ford Falcon. However, because of my malaise due to, yes you guessed it... not enough sleep, I was not giving my journey to work my fullest and most undivided attention. What the hell was I thinking about when I noticed the Ford... ah, I remember now, I was trying to work out what the hell I was going to wear to the Warwick Races on Saturday and whether I needed to stop off on the way home and buy something new.
I know, shame on me... not keeping my mind on the job. I knew after accepting my golden award from the Constable that I was going to have such a good day. Not. I decided that discretion being the better part of valour, that I would sms Evan the good news, rather than tell him. My news was greeted with ... "Oh, No!" .... I messaged back, "Oh Yes!".
I have been finding that my tolerance level at work has lessened quite considerably and that people that dont normally bother me, really give me the ... irrits. So, I opted to have the office out the back and let Tanya do the front desk. By lunchtime I found that even the phone was stretching the friendship and offered to do the filing in the brochure room. Safe at last.
Come 3.00pm today though, I hit the wall and fell down in a crumbling heap into the chairs in the rec room and read the papers while drinking a can of "V". By 4.00pm I had enough and left for the day. While the people who I work with are really quite nice, they actually have no idea what I do when Iam at home and dont really understand the pressure that we are both under at the moment.
I heard today from my friend Sue Black who lives up near Brisbane, that there were fires behind her house and that there was smoke and embers everywhere.... now that would be scary and with the current hot dry climate.. anything is possible. It is a real concern.
I would love to be able to tell you all that Maddie has finally had her foal. But that statement is not true. Her tummy has dropped, looks like bubs is in the exit position just waiting for mum to give the word... but for some reason she isnt. I really must tell her the next time I go down tonight to check on her that there are no prizes for the mare who holds on for the longest!
Well, its 12.30am ... im sitting here yawning my head off ... I will make one more trip down to Maddie before I pass the torch to Evan (who is having a wonderful sleep at this present time, snoring his head off) who will be on watch for the rest of the morning.
I must admit that the novelty has worn off "marewatch", with the first couple of nights enjoying being a night owl and Iam quite over waiting for "Broodmares Inc" to find the right time to have their babies.. now, who is going to stand up to Sweetie and tell her to pull her head in and give the word to the other mares to have their foals?
Um, not me... she's a lot bigger than lil ole me. Yipes! Evan???
*yawn* ....
Helen.
I knew that I was doing over the limit this morning on the way to work. I also knew that the local Toowoomba constabulary cruise the highway in an unmarked blue Ford Falcon. However, because of my malaise due to, yes you guessed it... not enough sleep, I was not giving my journey to work my fullest and most undivided attention. What the hell was I thinking about when I noticed the Ford... ah, I remember now, I was trying to work out what the hell I was going to wear to the Warwick Races on Saturday and whether I needed to stop off on the way home and buy something new.
I know, shame on me... not keeping my mind on the job. I knew after accepting my golden award from the Constable that I was going to have such a good day. Not. I decided that discretion being the better part of valour, that I would sms Evan the good news, rather than tell him. My news was greeted with ... "Oh, No!" .... I messaged back, "Oh Yes!".
I have been finding that my tolerance level at work has lessened quite considerably and that people that dont normally bother me, really give me the ... irrits. So, I opted to have the office out the back and let Tanya do the front desk. By lunchtime I found that even the phone was stretching the friendship and offered to do the filing in the brochure room. Safe at last.
Come 3.00pm today though, I hit the wall and fell down in a crumbling heap into the chairs in the rec room and read the papers while drinking a can of "V". By 4.00pm I had enough and left for the day. While the people who I work with are really quite nice, they actually have no idea what I do when Iam at home and dont really understand the pressure that we are both under at the moment.
I heard today from my friend Sue Black who lives up near Brisbane, that there were fires behind her house and that there was smoke and embers everywhere.... now that would be scary and with the current hot dry climate.. anything is possible. It is a real concern.
I would love to be able to tell you all that Maddie has finally had her foal. But that statement is not true. Her tummy has dropped, looks like bubs is in the exit position just waiting for mum to give the word... but for some reason she isnt. I really must tell her the next time I go down tonight to check on her that there are no prizes for the mare who holds on for the longest!
Well, its 12.30am ... im sitting here yawning my head off ... I will make one more trip down to Maddie before I pass the torch to Evan (who is having a wonderful sleep at this present time, snoring his head off) who will be on watch for the rest of the morning.
I must admit that the novelty has worn off "marewatch", with the first couple of nights enjoying being a night owl and Iam quite over waiting for "Broodmares Inc" to find the right time to have their babies.. now, who is going to stand up to Sweetie and tell her to pull her head in and give the word to the other mares to have their foals?
Um, not me... she's a lot bigger than lil ole me. Yipes! Evan???
*yawn* ....
Helen.
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