I’ve been meaning to do a lot of things for the past couple of months – but I keep falling behind and other things pile up. I’ve been playing a game of catch up and I finally think I’ve won. Getting my blog up to date was one, and I’m all blogged out now – though I forgotten to mention the little things, like I have a fringe again (and it’s received great reviews…). My life has been work-centric recently. I’ve been so caught up in work I actually had a mini-celebration earlier just because I’d completed 6 weeks worth of the timesheet I’m supposed to update daily – but ironically don’t have time to record what I’m doing, because I’m too busy. Tragic to even blog about this – but my timesheets have been haunting me every day. The blank calendar in our project management system has been taunting me – ‘yeah. Still here. and here’s an extra day of blankety blankness, just for you.’ I’ve stayed late after work every night the past couple of weeks with the intention of getting my timesheets updated, but not even touching them because I’ve got so much ‘real’ work to do. Then there’s the constant nagging that the longer I leave it, the more days I have to complete all at once. I gave up on doing them after work. It became a job for the weekend. It finally took me SIX HOURS today. Hence the relief and doing a little celebratory dance (in my head).

Hopefully this week will be calmer because I’ve got a growing list of things I want to do when I actually have a free lunchtime to run errands, and free evenings at home instead of in the office (or  bringing my work from the office to my sofa to carry on…) I’m going home in two months time, and I’ve got a lot to do beforehand. I’ll be Maid of Honour for my beautiful best friend’s wedding so I’ve got a speech to write and other MOH ‘stuff’ to do. The speech is slightly daunting when placed in the context of the poem she wrote for my wedding. THE best poem, in the world, ever. Not something I think I could ever live up to, but as long as I say something genuine I hope she’ll forgive me that it doesn’t have the pizzazz and hilarity of her poem to me. Under pressure, much…

It’s also Kiwi’s 30th birthday in June, and since the bar has been set very high from my birthday celebrations (and will be raised even higher next weekend), I’ve got some planning to do…

The main thing I’d like to do though, is simply spend time with Kiwi. And that’s just what I’m going to do now. Except I’ve just remembered I have a meeting report to write for the morning. Shite…*

*Disclaimer: yes I’m complaining, but whinging is my first language. I’m loving my job – it’s hard work, it’s challenging and I’d be bored if it was anything less. It’s still good fun even when the chips are down.