Stressed, or just turning into my mother?

I really should get around to finishing our bedroom curtains. And gagging the geese who live down the road might help too. Or maybe I should just take a sleep aid, like I did Sunday night; but then, on Monday morning, it took me hours to feel awake. Though I mustn’t complain as since Sunday night, when I’ve been asleep, I do seem to have been properly asleep. I’m just not sleeping as long as most consider necessary. But there’s also an upside to that, my house is clean for the first time in weeks!

I’m also rather enjoying the tidiness that lasts longer than normal (with the kids asleep!), and the quiet. I do like the quiet.

Plus I kind of figure the puppy-with-no-name will be pleased with my early starts, when he arrives next week. And it’ll be nice to wake up to a happy face and wagging tail! And the rest. Mustn’t lull myself into thinking it’s all going to be roses, after all, a night is a long time for a pup and chances are I’ll have a tad more cleaning to catch up on. But I am SO excited, and it’s SO good to have something to look forward to!

Not looking forward to today. It’s Thursday, and Thursday’s are long and tedious. I’ve had to cancel my shopping trip into town (where I should be buying my mother’s birthday pressie, as it’s also her birthday next Tuesday (as well as puppy day)) as my boss heaped a pile of work upon me on Tuesday. He said it wasn’t urgent, that I had a week to complete, but when you can only work three hours a day, and there’s two bank holidays in two weeks, and as I’ve decided I’m not working Wednesdays, a week isn’t such a long time. So off to work I go.

And I may have another job. Going to see the chap on Saturday. Not too bothered whether it happens or not, except I would like the money, but I’ve already told him I have no hours left in my days, and I’d have to work from home after 9pm. So this time next week I may have three jobs, and a puppy!

Did you know one in twenty adults has a compulsive disorder? I mention it as I heard it on the radio yesterday and I’ve been thinking about it. In fact, I don’t think people were very honest when asked, as I reckon you’re more likely to find it’s one in twenty adults who don’t have a compulsive disorder.

On the face of it, I’d say I don’t have any strange hang-ups (read disorders!), certainly none as odd as tin turning or colour coding my husband's shirts (I’m using these examples as they’re favourites with my friends!), but as I finished sweeping the kitchen floor this morning, it struck me as odd that I won’t allow myself to sit down until things are tidy. Least not unless, I’m really tired. Do you suppose that’s a disorder? Or that I’m becoming my mother, who used to swear the only time to get anything done was before the household woke up.

Don’t suppose it matters either way, just so long as it all gets done.

I also might get to see the head of year at my eldest’s school today. He called me back yesterday to ask why I wanted a meeting, said maybe we could just talk on the phone. Poor man didn’t say a lot when I listed my grievances. I almost felt bad, until I asked him not to inform my son I’d called. Then he admitted my son already knew, as before calling me back he’d gone and found R to ask why his mother was calling! Don’t you just the professionalism?! It’s not about the maths by the way. I wrote a letter about that, taking responsibility, and haven’t heard anything so am assuming that teacher didn’t have a problem. It’s about everything apart from the studies. I’m dreading it. I hate confrontation, and though I’m not expecting a row with this man, I already know he’s likely to be defensive.

What a horrid Thursday. It IS Thursday isn’t it? Hope so! Wish me luck, and I hope yours is more relaxing!