Priorities
I can’t believe all the stuff I have on my plate at the moment. When I stop to think about it I get all uptight. Of course there’s Goober Monster. He always comes first, but then there’s this website I’m working on for my Dad’s curling club, and finally the big move & all the packing that goes along with it. The hardest part with the move might just be getting my hubby to actually part with some of his old crap. He is a serious pack rat and just looking around our apartment gives me a panic attack. I mean, we only moved here nearly 3 years ago, yet it must’ve been so awful that I blocked it out of my mind because I don’t remember any part of it. Since we’re now in an apartment getting rid of stuff (garbage) is really simple because of the dumpsters. But if we drag crap that we don’t want to the house, then we have to dispose of it at the other end on a weekly basis. Retard seems to think that we have LOTS of time. He figures a week should do it, but I think he’s insane. I’d rather have everything done and be sitting on boxes than to have to scramble at the last minute.
My little guy’s another story. Goober Monster’s been awful cranky the last couple of days and managed to wake up at 04:30 this morning. *groan* I have to admit he’s really an amazing kid and has been sleeping straight through the night since about 2½ months. He usually goes to bed somewhere between 19:30 & 21:30 and used to get up around 05:30, but in the last month it’s more like 07:30/08:00. I know I’m lucky and truly thank my lucky stars, but it was hard getting up this morning. I suspect we’ll be seeing some teeth pretty soon as he’s been crabby and munching on his hands more than usual. My little boy’s growing up. *sniff sniff*
Then there’s the website. My nemesis. I took on doing the website for my Dad’s curling club almost 2 years ago now and it’s been interesting at the very least. I think I’ve gone through probably 4 different people who were responsible for it and each of them had different ideas for what it should be. I am now working for the most picky and opinionated person I have ever met. While all the others had suggestions, they mostly let me be the designer since that’s what they hired me to do. Now this woman thinks she knows everything like ‘I want the text to be verdana because the type you’re using isn’t very clear…’. Great except that it already is verdana! And every time I turn around I’ve got a list as long as my arm of changes to be made. I just finished setting up a members only password protected area with 1000 members only to find out that it’s not going to work as planned. Without knowing the background and how long this has been going on (which I certainly won’t bore you with) you can’t really get a sense of the stress, but trust me, it’s whopping.
