Bone Tired

Okay … so I know I’m bone tired and exhausted when:

1. I’m struggling to get up Every. D*mn. Morning.
2. The alarm clock has been going off for almost an hour and I’ve slept through it Every. D*mn. Morning.
3. I can remember my dreams in great detail Every. D*mn Morning.

Last night’s dream just happened to be a dream where I was telling an old grade school friend (someone I haven’t seen or even heard from in over 20 years) how I’ve been struggling to stay asleep at night and how exhausted I am Every. D*mn. Morning.

Talk about art imitating Life. Except of course, the “art” in this case is my dream.

Between settling in to a new routine with Hubby (YAY!) and being pretty darn busy at work (Boo … ), I’ve spent quite a bit of energy by the end of the day.

Our Kozzy-girl is loving city life … walks at least three times a day to do her “business” and LOTS of new sites, sounds and people to overstimulate her. Those walks also exhaust both Hubby and I, as it’s been quite a trip trying to “tame” our ADHD / Bicycle-hating / “socially” aggressive (to other dogs only …) “beast.” It’s definitely been a lesson in patience with her; but one that is rewarding when we see how absolutely happy she’s become. In time, we hope to get her socially acclimated to other doggies. She loves people … it’s just other “doggies” where she starts to get anxious.

I’m so happy that Hubby’s here now that I just can’t seem to stop grinning. I mean … even the “verbal warning” I received at work in regards to my wardrobe choices (more on this later), had me laughing in stitches. Yes, nothing seems to bother me as much now that Hubby and I are reunited.

I’m hoping that Hubby starts to feel more settled as well. I know I had a little bit of adjustment when I first came here, but at least I had a new job to focus my energy on. For Hubby, who will be working on a contract basis with his now-former employer, I think it will be different. Not only is it a change in city and lifestyle, but it’s a change in his overall daily routine. (Not to mention that he’s the one that gets to walk Kozzy during the day!) But I hope he knows how grateful I am that he’s here … and that he was willing to make the move to Chicago with me.

As for Grandma … I’ve heard nothing over the past four days. I just left a message with my Dad back in MI to see if he’s heard anything either. I’m still hoping that no news is good news and that my Mom made it to the Philippines safely and that Grandma is still holding on … at least until my “East Coast” Aunts and Uncles make it back home to see her and hold her one last time. I’m still not ruling out any miracles right now … but I’m just hoping and praying for the best.

Again, thanks for all the warm fuzzy thoughts and prayers and positive vibes. Please keep them coming … My Grandma and my Mom & Siblings sure can use them.

As for the whole work wardrobe thingy … well, let’s just simply say that someone should nominate me for TLC’s “What Not To Wear.” I believe that my wardrobe choices for what I consider “Business Casual” may not be up to par with what my big bosses think. Perhaps it’s the piggy tails. Or perhaps it’s the Doc Martens I wear with my khaki’s or Docker pants. Or maybe the big bosses don’t think a supervisor should be wearing polo collar tops. I don’t know … but I guess I should be trying to dress more “age-appropriate” as a supervisor.

The issue is that the non-materialistic “non-girly girl” person in me can’t fathom shelling out that much money on clothing I just don’t feel comfortable in. That … and I always thought that the quality of my work and my work ethic should count for and speak volumes more than what I wear. But hey … if I could only get that $5000 spending money, the free trip to NYC, and S.tacy & Cli.nton to tell me what not to wear …

Well, I suppose I should get back to actually doing work. (Imagine that!) My goal is to get out of her in time to watch the last episode of “ER” tonite …

Until next post …