Let me start with the good stuff. Dinner was nice, and I have a happy, purring cat on my lap.
But...
To start off with, I screwed up the dates for me dentist appointment. I should have known when they didn't do a reminder call - I think they always do that.
It's not easy for my W to get off work and get over here, but given the reason for it all, I can't feel too darn bad.... I was so glad she waited in the car. I actually hovered around in the hallway of the building for 10 minutes, then told a white lie about them having a look and then me having to come back next week at the same time. I used the technique of not volunteering too much info (more on this later).
I'm so scatterbrained because work is like a death-march again and ramping up for worse. I feel completely exhausted again. Haven't been getting in any walking or biking since it got cold, and didn't do any yoga/kettlebell/rower stuff I can do inside at all. In fact, I fell asleep on the couch and got even further behind on work. Trying to decide if I should try to sleep for 10 hrs or load up on caffeine and try to get work done.
Back to the early birthday outing. W was as exhausted as I am so the movie never even came up (we always underestimate how tired we'll be when we make plans). Dinner was nice but as I started on-call today, I was worried about how far I'd gone from home, because I didn't plan for it with the secondary on-call victim.
After dinner, W waited in car while I got some groceries. I had some bottles/cans to feed into the return machines, then it took a long time to find stuff tonight - too tired to rush, and again, I don't like feeling like I have to rush to make things convenient for her. She texted me complaining it had been an hr and she wish she'd been dropped off first. To be fair I did say I was only going to grab a couple things. But a couple things expanded to half a cart (or is it a trolley, NQ and TTD?). She asked if I was almost done and I just texted back "yes." The irony is I was looking for some things she asked me to get for her when she texted.
As soon as I got back in the car, she asked why they didn't do anything too my tooth, and she thought I had to have a root canal, and why should I have to pay for that short appointment, and.... she asks these things in a rapid-fire kind of grumble, so I don't have to worry too much because I usually can't answer a question before the next one is blurted out (she does this during TV shows, too - great practice for my 180s!). I said something about them having to determine if I need a root canal and they needed to take x-rays and have specialist determine it. That's true in a sense - not even sure I need a crown, but experience tells me I will. Oh, the tangled web we weave, when we practice to deceive! But, I was too scared to just say I screwed up and made you ask for time off work to come early. To be fair, I had considered just finding a new dentist within the zone of affordability for the cab service, but she had volunteered to come over when I needed to get to doctor and dentists appointments.
W is parked in bed again, with the other cat and a book. Didn't get a chance, due to tiredness, crabbiness, work, etc. to mention how my back might suffer from another night on the couch... Sometimes I feel it would be less stressful to hit on a stranger than face rejection from WAW.
I'm slipping. I left this post up on computer, didn't lock the screen, and went out to get something from the car! Thanks to the FB activity, I almost typed her name twice, too, instead of the usual W. Not that it would really matter much.
So, not only did I not get that desired b-day gift
I didn't even get a hug or mention of my birthday. Never mind a card or any other type of gift.
One other thing. I have been getting short, clipper cuts (buzz cut) on my hair for years. I like it, because my hair is thick, straight, has cowlicks and a mind of it's own (but it's all still there!
). She's made comments over the years about me doing something different. Well, I had the top scissor cut last time and it's longer than it's been in ages. I mentioned it to see if she's maybe say she likes it better, but all she did was grumble that I could go to a real stylist. I prefer an old fashioned barber shop or just one of the chain stores for a buzz cut - even they don't usually screw that up. I said I don't like having to make an appointment and paying three times as much. (Hard to work in the haircut with all the other things I usually do when I do get into town and there's nowhere near there that's open usually when I'm there.) She grumbled something - I think about it not costing three times as much. The old me would have picked up the argument gauntlet. The new me saw it as a battle I don't need to fight.
"Does this need to be said? Does it need to be said right now? Does it need to be said right now, by me?" Wise words indeed, Craig Ferguson.