Friday, October 18:
1:00am – ceased packing boxes in our staff office/room at the resort because the building was being closed for the night.
1:30am – ordered room service chicken tenders and french fries because I didn’t eat much at dinner due to an endless barrage of questions and conversations from the members I sat with.
2:00am – zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
6:00am – went back to the staff room to continue packing.
8:00am – ate breakfast.
8:30am – packed my suitcase and carry-on bags.
9:00am – checked out and wandered around the property while waiting for my cab to get there.
9:45am – hopped in a cab headed to Jacksonville Airport.
10:30am – got stopped in security and was made to feel like an idiot because I forgot about the water bottle in my bag. fuck you TSA.
11:45am – boarded a plane and slept the entire flight. I’m pretty sure I drooled.
2:15pm – politely conversed with the coworker who offered to drive me home so I didn’t have to take a cab. also thought to myself that I would never get into a car with her again because she’s one of THOSE people who I always want to murder when I’m on the highway.
3:00pm – arrived home and alerted Little J’s school & after-school program that I would be picking her up myself.
3:45pm – wrapped my arms around my sweet little girl and squeezed her tight and kissed her beautiful little face.
4:00pm – adorned her with the seashells I collected, chocolates from the hotel’s turn-down service that I saved for her, and the one small gift I always bring her after a work trip (a snow globe from the airport I visited).
4:15pm – unsuccessfully tried to convince her to skip soccer practice.
4:30pm – baked peanut butter cookies at her request. what can I say? I’m a total pushover on days like this.
5:30pm – coached soccer practice. was made painfully aware that being patient with 12 hyper third grade girls is nearly impossible on 4 hours of sleep.
6:45pm – arrived home, changed and packed a bag for J’s football game.
7:30pm – froze my ass off and ate a not so awesome snack shack pizza dinner. a far cry from the gourmet seafood I’ve enjoyed all week.
9:30pm – decided to leave before the other team’s half-time homecoming thing because the students from their school were the most fucking rude, obnoxious and asshole-ish human beings I’ve ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on.
10:00pm – put Little J in bed.
10:15pm – made a chronological list of everything I’ve done today.
10:16pm – passed out before publishing this post.
Saturday, October 19:
7:15am – woke up because Jason kissed me goodbye on his way to football practice.
7:20am – woke up again because I remembered that we had to be at the soccer field by 7:45am. cursed violently under my breath.
7:40am – ran out the door with the kid.
8:00am – coached a soccer game. lost by 1 point.
9:15am – returned home to change and get ready for Little J’s school 1/2 mile race. drank 2 cups of coffee, made a third for the road.
10:00am – arrived at the race to stand in line for 20 minutes to check in.
10:45am – cheered Little J on to be the first girl across the finish line.
11:45am – dragged the kid back to the car after the last race, listened to her whine desperately about her throat hurting.
12:00pm – made her a cup of decaf chai tea. fed the bearded dragon. started laundry. cursed violently under my breath some more because I promised my pregnant best friend we would stay the night with her tonight.
12:45pm – made another chronological list of all the things I’ve done today.
12:53pm – published this stupid post that has only one point to it: I’m fucking tired.