Poor, poor Sarah. I know. She was such a MESS yesterday, wasn’t she? 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. I have no sweet tooth during pregnancy.. oddly.)
I felt horrible about that post ALL DAY after I wrote it yesterday. Who am I to complain? EVERYONE is hot. Everyone is suffering in this heat wave. And I have absolutely no reason to bitch. I know that. But I have no control over any of my emotions. That part of pregnancy s-u-c-k-s. 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. I know better.
One thing I DO wish is that my job had a tad more flexibility. For instance, my last occupation had me strolling in whenever I woke up. I have a morning tag-up every morning in this new job, in which I have to compile a package. So it’s likely I’ll get in no later than 7:30. But I wouldn’t mind a little flexibility in that, so I could.. you know.. sleep sometimes. 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. It was blissful. But as I was driving in, there was a dog running around — scared — in Five Points. Literally.. he was circling the street of Andrew Jackson at rush hour. He had tags, and was obviously an escapee.. but I didn’t have time to stop. 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. I was too tired to even argue. We’ll see how that goes.
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