Don’t sleep well. Worry about everything that needs to get done at work. Get handed multiple last-minute projects the minute you log on to your computer. Nearly get into a screaming match with the colleague responsible for most of them, but manage to just barely restrain yourself. Shut office door and ignore passersby.
WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK.
Mentally sigh while smiling every time the door is opened and someone says, “Can I just…” Eat a 15-minute lunch.
WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK.
Manage to get most of the last-minute projects done. You hope. Worry about everything that still needs to get done and realize that when your off-site colleague arrives in the morning you will probably get handed multiple last-minute projects again. Mentally sigh and work late. Realize that you are crabby as hell with hunger.
Arrive home to find no dinner on the table but daughter dressed head-to-toe in black including full face and head mask, saying “Mama! I’m a ninja spy!” and son handing you several hand-drawn animal cards so you can check out his jungle inhabitants. Make and eat dinner. Nearly pick a fight with your husband but manage to just barely restrain yourself. Work on presentation. Read blogs. Get kids ready for bed and read 3 chapters of The Woodshed Mystery to them. Work on web pages. Make phone calls. Answer emails. Edit book. Write this pedestrian and unsatisfying post. Wonder if 9 p.m. is too early to go to bed.
Hope that tomorrow is a better day.