Sosie got out of bed twice tonight and asked for three encores of “The Way You Look Tonight.” I’d rather sit in the dark, rubbing her back, singing thirty thousand encores than manipulate more endless streams of pointless charts and graphs.
But guess which one I’m doing right now?
Nothing like pulling the mom-midnight-oil to make four dozen sugar cookies and address 24 Tinkerbell valentines for Sosie’s school party, only to have her wake us all up at 4am with the lovely sound of vomiting. Adventures in futility.
Favorite Part: Because I let Sosie sample some (or maybe a lot) of the extra frosting, everything that came back up was florescent pink. Fabulous!
Presentation? Smashing. PowerPoint? 100% finalized and blessed. Flight #1? Caught an earlier one out of ATL by the skin of my teeth (they literally closed the cabin door behind me.) Available in-flight garnishes for my club soda? Both lemons and limes.
I think I’ll go out of my way to request a room on the 13th floor from now on.
Alarm went off to start this day 24 hours ago. My time sheet is on overdrive today.
Still, probably better for me than for Jack Bauer.
