I have decided that no matter what I do, I am destined to never find one moment of peace.  I have just come back from what feels like my thousandth trip for work on Friday, and I tried to have one day to myself today to rest, recoup, and re-energize.  What was I thnking?  It didnt go quite the way one would have expected.

This all started with a week long trip for work.  I am sure my husband thought I was having a great time in a hotel, hanging out.  Of course it was just like that - it wasnt 17 hour days trapped in a conference room, presenting material, once for US and Europe and at night for Asia Pacific.  I am not even sure what the hotel room looked like, as I would get back, collapse and get up 5 hours later and do it again, like ground hog day.  I know, I am a wild party girl.....  Then on Friday I leave for my flight and get to have a blast with a 2 1/2 hour delay due to weather.....yeah.  My favorite....hanging out in a strange airport with those comfy seats.  I wish the delay lasted longer....

Finally I am home.  Play with my daughter for about 15 minutes and collapse into bed.  Next day, get up and go through the mail.  Oh I'm sorry.....you must be thinking why would one's day worth of mail be so dismaying....it is when it's the entire week's worth.  'I didnt want to get rid of anything important'.....right....so you kept it all in one handy, towering pile for me to go through.  I will never again say my hubby never gives me anything....he gives and gives.   Finally through the mail and all of my PTA e-mails and take the daughter out for family night at the movies since I havent been able to spend anytime with her in over a week.  Next day get up early to the juvenile diabetes walk, and get to spend the late afternoon and evening with in-laws.  I dont mind my sister in law and in laws but I have a ' no people policy' that kicks in at 6pm on Sunday and ends Monday morning (well, some people might say it really does not end until Monday afternoon....they should know better than to annoy me on Monday mornings).  So starting the party-ing at 6pm sort of throws my pattern off.  And I am not good when thrown off schedule.

So Monday comes and goes, and lucky for me, my personal typhoid mary (aka my daughter) decides to share her cold with me.  And I dont get colds...I get some sort of serious germ mutation that lasts from October and decides to stick around through the end of April.  Guess its my magnetic personality.....awesome.  So now I am sick and leave work early.

I decide to take a nice break today and call out sick.  I am going to take care of myself for once.  The hubby will be at work, the baby at school, I will sleep and get the rest I need.  So needless to say the dog saw me and thought 'awww...she looks so bored, let me help her out'.  And so he puked for 2 hours all over the house.  Thank you sparky, I was getting a little bored catching up on all the sleep I have missed the last two weeks, heck, last 10 years.  So there I am picking up puke, santizing and cordoning off the area, when the hubby finally comes home, and decides to have a tiny snit about having to take the poor pooch to the vet.   Lets see the snit he would have had if he had to be the puke-picker-upper.

So as rest is out of the question for what may be the next 15 years, I may need to get a personal assistant.  Of course, once they see my life they will probably either quit on the spot or ask for a big raise.  Either way that wont happen, so I guess I will just need to suck it up, stop my whining and keep going.  Or collapse and end up in the hospital....and some days that hospital stay is looking pretty relaxing......