Gracious. The aftermath at work has been epic, and the drama just keeps on coming. I'm looking forward to when everyone can just come in, do the work, and get it done without having to deal with emotional fallout, angry accusations of betrayal, disorganization, a general heightened level of angst, blah, blah, blah. I'm looking forward to being able to just do my job and make it possible for my people to just do their jobs without getting caught in the middle of turf battles or he-said-she-said games about who's supposed to do what and how it's supposed to be done.
I'm looking forward to Saturday, when I intend to climb up on the roof with my mother and clean gutters and where the only opinions voiced are likely to be swearing at the gutter guards and shrieking about bugs. I'm looking even more forward to climbing back down off the roof and drinking myself into what will either be unconsciousness or a heightened state of hilarity at being home with people who make me laugh.
I'm looking forward to seeing the room my god-blessed and easily bored parents are willing to rip up for me while I'm spending most of my waking hours at work, and I'm looking forward to getting new bookshelves installed and the floor refinished.
I'm looking forward to two weeks from now, when NYAB will have left on a trip with his siblings and returned to tell us all about it.
I'm really looking forward to two weeks from now when I'll once again be home in time to put my kid to bed on a regular basis.
And, you know, I'm looking forward to Halloween. And Thanksgiving. And Christmas. And all that good stuff.
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