Sigh. Welcome to Monday. Today we are scheduled for an inspection of our apartment. I'm tired from cleaning, I admit. But I'm more tired of the insanity of helping my daughter resettle.
Tonight there was a major crisis. She prepared to color her hair, only to discover her hair coloring package was no where to be found. She was nearly in tears. Now I know that her hair color wasn't a matter of life and death, but when you're starting a new job and want to put all your best feet forward... well, her spouse and I went out in search of the appropriate hair color while she did other "girl" things in preparation. We found her color at the second store.
When today is over, I plan to collapse on the nearest level surface and pass out. Perhaps I'll have a piece of chocolate or even eat a cookie or something. No, that's tomorrow because tomorrow is the Hunk's birthday.
Oh, no! Does that mean I have to bake a cake? I asked him what he wanted for his birthday and I received the standard answer. "I don't know."
In the meantime, I could use a recharge. Too bad its not as easy as poking my finger in a socket.