My vent of the day.

Finally, this long ass weekend is over. For most people it was spend enjoying the family barbeque & whatnots. I on the other hand; somehow caught a bug from my princess Kaylee & ended up staying in bed the past 2 days.  I did manage to to go out Saturday with my bff, we had orignally said it was going to be somewhat of a "therapy session" for us. Conversation, Dancing & No Stress of our lives; just pure adult convo & laughter; with cocktails. It turned out to be the best night I have had in a long time. (Also, by ignoring all the nonsense texts calls from my rebellious son).

 

After consuming dayquil, hot tea, nyquil & more hot tea; I woke up today with at least the ability to swallow some soup. Although I am having extreme difficulty keeping my eyes wide open, they are blood shot red & puffy. Literally looks like I have been up for days. Possible conjuctivitis, not too mention my right ear is so clogged I can barely hear anything from that side. I will survive. If not better by tomorrow as I promised I will go see a doc.

 

I had a very important meeting today. I went to a government official building, these dam buildings have so much security I'm glad I did not wear anything of metal on me; even take a purse for that matter.  Everyone's hype of "Oh be careful, you will be there forever, ect." I did what I had to do; spoke with a gentlemen who by the way was absolutely wonderful with me. See not all government official workers hate their jobs. He helped me as much as he could, was polite and even stayed later than he normally would just to make sure my paperwork got processed. So, THANK YOU, Mr. Green. I will be returning tomorrow with few more documents needed & will wait patiently.(Or as best as I can.)

 

Arriving home, I open the door to see that my diva chihuaha has literally destroyed my bathroom. How the hell she opened the door to the room, I'm still trying to figure out. Guess dogs will find a way to be mischievous no matter what. I looked in the mirror and see that my eyes are much more swollen. Oh crap! Visine only made it worse. Then I get a phone call from my son's financial aid counselor (need I remind you; this son is 22 and clueless, Aayayay) who tells me of all my son's plans. Uhm Ok, why are you telling me this? Because your son is a minor. A what? Minor he's 22, the counselor verified his BD and apologized. My own son wrote wrong year. Geez....

 

After showering, eating a quick bite to eat and getting ready to go pick up my partner from work. I get a text telling me "Don't pick me up till 8, working late".  So, Im stuck waiting another 2 hours, with puffy eyes, no energy to COOK dinner, desperately need to take a benadryl and cant until after I pick him up. REALLY? Dam. and yet my Chihuaha is knocked out on the top of the sofa, lucky her.

 

This was my day... How was yours? ........................................................Neena44