On A Jet Plane...
Aug. 24th, 2004 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liralenThe boys are gone.
They left this morning for Seattle, for a week. John and I got up at 5:30, got everything ready, loaded the sleeping Jet into the car, and took them to the airport. Jet woke up when we got there, and we got a good good-bye in and they went into the airport while I got out of the way of a bunch of SUVs trying to line up on my car...
I have been tired all day, but I've gotten a lot done. My boss told me that he's been defending my time from other requests, and that a lot of people have been asking for my help on things. He's also said that he's gotten great feedback from a lot of people on how I've been doing things, and, very simply, told me that if it weren't for me, the whole organization would have had a lot rougher time making the transition to the new process. I listened.
I think I can take that, now, and believe it.
There's still a little voice in my head telling me that I still haven't done anything worthwhile, yet. I now know that it's just a voice and it lies. Emotionally, I'm still mildly depressed, I think. Partially the delivery of the really big item a few days after I'd gotten back from the SD vacation. Partially PMS. Partially the boys going away. Mostly being bone tired from a couple nights of not really being able to sleep.
Some part of me finds the never-ending list of things to be done overwhelming. So I talked with John about it and I liked his perspective. He said, "Well, you obviously can't do everything." I nodded. "So pick what you want to do. Think of it as giving you all the opportunities to choose what it is that you will get done." Wow.
I'll sit on the stupid voices, eat some chocolate, eat some take-out, read some, try and implement a plan where I can watch both Kill Bill 1 and 2 as well as the Riddick movie while there's no Jet in the house (mmm... in-home violence galore while the impressionable toddler is away), and go to sleep as early as possible.
They left this morning for Seattle, for a week. John and I got up at 5:30, got everything ready, loaded the sleeping Jet into the car, and took them to the airport. Jet woke up when we got there, and we got a good good-bye in and they went into the airport while I got out of the way of a bunch of SUVs trying to line up on my car...
I have been tired all day, but I've gotten a lot done. My boss told me that he's been defending my time from other requests, and that a lot of people have been asking for my help on things. He's also said that he's gotten great feedback from a lot of people on how I've been doing things, and, very simply, told me that if it weren't for me, the whole organization would have had a lot rougher time making the transition to the new process. I listened.
I think I can take that, now, and believe it.
There's still a little voice in my head telling me that I still haven't done anything worthwhile, yet. I now know that it's just a voice and it lies. Emotionally, I'm still mildly depressed, I think. Partially the delivery of the really big item a few days after I'd gotten back from the SD vacation. Partially PMS. Partially the boys going away. Mostly being bone tired from a couple nights of not really being able to sleep.
Some part of me finds the never-ending list of things to be done overwhelming. So I talked with John about it and I liked his perspective. He said, "Well, you obviously can't do everything." I nodded. "So pick what you want to do. Think of it as giving you all the opportunities to choose what it is that you will get done." Wow.
I'll sit on the stupid voices, eat some chocolate, eat some take-out, read some, try and implement a plan where I can watch both Kill Bill 1 and 2 as well as the Riddick movie while there's no Jet in the house (mmm... in-home violence galore while the impressionable toddler is away), and go to sleep as early as possible.
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Date: 2004-08-24 05:43 pm (UTC)Enjoy the violence-fest.
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Date: 2004-08-25 07:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-25 11:16 am (UTC)*hugs* to both of you. It always helps.
Mmmm... blood and gore.
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Date: 2004-08-24 08:32 pm (UTC)I knew there was a reason why I thought you and John were a good match way back when. *grin* Good to see he's still taking good care of my "sister."
I'll sit on the stupid voices, eat some chocolate, eat some take-out, read some, try and implement a plan where I can watch both Kill Bill 1 and 2 as well as the Riddick movie while there's no Jet in the house.
Sounds like a plan to me!
BTW, I've enjoyed reading your entries from your SD vacation, even if I may not have commented on them individually. You manage very nicely to present Jet's perspective on what must be lots of new things to him. One question to go along with all of that -- why "Uncle" Kathy?
Zen Hugs.
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Date: 2004-08-25 11:18 am (UTC)There's an Aunt Cathie on John's family's side, so my Kathy felt that it would distinguish her from the other.
Of course, that Cathie is actually called Uncle Cathie, too, with Aunt Walt... just for fun.
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Date: 2004-08-24 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-25 11:15 am (UTC)So cool, though, too, to know that you like it, too.
thanks!!
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Date: 2004-08-25 10:02 pm (UTC)Good! Now spend the rest of your life basking in all the compliments you rolled to disbelieve for 40 years. =)
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Date: 2004-08-26 04:18 pm (UTC)Big, tawny tiger rolls over to shrug her big shoulders into the downy mass of neglected or ignored compliments and egoboos of decades.
Mmmmmrrrrrrppppprrrrrrrrrrumble...
Whisps of wishes for more chrome-edge dreams; filmy ghosts of tears of understanding from old expressions of thought and doubt; sighs of appreciation over the fleeting beauty of skin, hair, body, strength, and grace; and scraps of thankfulness for clear instructions flutter and float and fly as she gets up and shakes off. One wisp lands, impales itself on a silver whisker, and she sneezes.
Oops. *grin*
*hugs* you.
I'll do what I can.
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Date: 2004-08-26 08:56 pm (UTC)*hugs*