Poor, poor Sarah.Â I know.Â She was such a MESS yesterday, wasn’t she?Â How hard it must be to have a worry-free pregnancy, alongside a husband who adores her, in the best neighborhood ever, driving her new car, and dining on bon-bons all the time?
(Okay, I made the last part up.Â I have no sweet tooth during pregnancy.. oddly.)
I felt horrible about that post ALL DAY after I wrote it yesterday.Â Who am I to complain?Â EVERYONE is hot.Â Everyone is suffering in this heat wave.Â And I have absolutely no reason to bitch.Â I know that.Â But I have no control over any of my emotions.Â That part of pregnancy s-u-c-k-s.Â But I want you to know, once I hit “Publish” on all of my asonine whining, I instantly regretted it.
And I don’t blame Barry Bonds.Â I know better.
One thing I DO wish is that my job had a tad more flexibility.Â For instance, my last occupation had me strolling in whenever I woke up.Â I have a morning tag-up every morning in this new job, in which I have to compile a package.Â So it’s likely I’ll get in no later than 7:30.Â But I wouldn’t mind a little flexibility in that, so I could.. you know.. sleep sometimes.Â For instance, I was proactive yesterday and did everything I would need to do this morning (which was a blessing, because it involves pieces I need being published at an early enough hour to gather), so I slept till 7.Â It was blissful.Â But as I was driving in, there was a dog running around — scared — in Five Points.Â Literally.. he was circling the street of Andrew Jackson at rush hour.Â He had tags, and was obviously an escapee.. but I didn’t have time to stop.Â I cried on the way to work, because I am such a horrible human being that I couldn’t stop and help a lost animal.
I will worry about that damn dog all day.
This morning, we find out that our tag-up will now be moved thirty minutes EARLIER.Â I was too tired to even argue.Â We’ll see how that goes.