Six on Saturday: TS PMO*

*TS PMO = this shit pisses me off. I put a space between the S and P because when my daughter says it (which is constantly) she pauses after the S and it’s a pronounced pause so in my head I hear it as two separate “phrases.” Anyway, has been saying it long and often enough that I’m starting to think it and now you all have to be exposed to it too.

This past week was rough. I don’t want to write a whole post highlighting the negative, but I also feel like I need to vent a little bit. I’ll try to keep it light! But if you don’t need a bitch fest during your weekend feel free to skip this one!

Don’t fix what isn’t broken! I have been waiting for this two-pack of CK bras I love to come back to Costco for (over?!) a year. I used to have a pair and I wore them out, then when they came back again there were only smalls left, and while I attempted that size, they could not corral my ladies. They need more coverage! So when I finally spotted them at Costco last week I shrieked with delight. I bought two packs I was so happy! I opened one and washed them, and then I put one on and it… itched like crazy! They wrote Calvin Klein across the side and even though it’s on the outside, my sensitive ass skin can feel it through the fabric and it does NOT approve. I’m so bummed out. WHYYYY did they have to ruin a perfectly awesome bra. NO ONE IS SEEING YOUR BRAND NAME UNDER MY ARM PIT. Ugh, such a bummer.

Where are my margins?! Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday I was either working, doing chores, or deeply involved with a kid for literally every minute of my day. This is not hyperbole! As I lay in bed on Sunday I looked back at the day and could not identify one moment where I sat the fuck down. I can’t remember the last time a weekend day felt so impacted. Monday and Tuesday were the same. I’m not quite sure why all three days felt so exhausting and awful, but it was not a great way to start the week. I feel like I’ve been trying, and failing, to catch up ever since.

{Insert exaggerated yawn here} On a related note, I have been dragging ass lately, like slapping my face to stay awake on the drive home tired. I definitely wasn’t getting enough sleep at the start of the week, but a few nights of 6.5 hours of sleep has not seemed to make a difference. I wondered if I was getting sick, but no symptoms have materialized. Why do I feel like all I can manage is a nap on the couch by 4pm every day this week? It’s making the days feel extra long.

Rec & Park strikes again. SF Rec & Park and I have had a tumultous relationship for over a decade, so that is assuredly exacerbating my annoyance about this, but still…. The city pool that the 15yo’s school uses is being renovated and they were just told that it won’t be ready in early March like planned, so instead of having practice four days a week after school, they have practice two times a week before school. Before school practice doesn’t work well for students that have to take buses half way across the city (and require VERY early wake ups), so we decided she would just swim with her club team. I went to pay for this session and I had to pay full price for what ended up being only three weeks, and then I’ll have to pay again for the rest of the season. I’m so mad that I have to pay $500 for my daughter to be able to participate in a high school sport that should be free! And I’m sad she’s missing a whole season of training with her high school team. It sucks. And it seems like it could have been avoided if the city gave a fuck about the high school swim season.

 Springing forward a week early?! This morning the 15yo needed to be in Santa Cruz at 9:45. The husband had a work event all day, and I didn’t have to teach at the dojo so I took her. I knew what time she needed be there and I knew how long it took to get there and yet I woke us up an hour earlier than necessary and we left an hour earlier than we needed to and we got here exactly an hour earlier than was required. Waking up at 6am on a Saturday is bad enough when I’m not feeling so tired all the time, but this morning I was devastated to realize my mistake. And how or why did I make the mistake? I have no idea. I don’t know what happened in my head. This is such a very ADHD thing… you make a quick calculation and you just, don’t double check it. We ended up walking along the water and the weather was beautiful and it was a lovely 60 minutes (it will be in my FJIGS tomorrow!) but man I could have used that sleep.

Speaking of the husband’s weekend work event… It’s SF Music Week (what does that mean? Beats me!) and the husband has had events pretty much every evening for seven days. It’s been a huge success and he’s very happy and also it’s working out so well for him because I’m doing EVERYTHING at home. There has been more to do at home than usual so I’m feeling pretty fried. I am very much looking forward to his participation on the home front when Music Week is over.

{Had to add this one because it’s kind of breaking my heart… I’m in Santa Cruz and it’s such a beautiful day and I have all these hours to kill and I would DEFINITELY be going for a run if my knee weren’t jacked up. But it’s been especially sore lately so attempting to run would be a bad idea. I did bring my walking shoes, but still… it’s different! I miss running and I’m really going to miss running as the weather gets warmer. Just super bums me out.}