I'm feeling very guilty right now.
On Tuesday, I was supposed to create a post about Andrea J. Buchanan's new book, "It's a Boy," as part of her virtual book tour.
Work and family obligations kept me from even using my home computer on Tuesday. I intended to make it up on Wednesday, but I felt I absolutely NEEDED to write the post you see below this one, before going to work and trying to wrap up the horrible Master Plan survey our school must create each year.
I made progress, but I already know I will be putting in more than my allotted 15 hours next week in order to meet the deadline.
In the meantime, I had to get my family ready for our annual Thanksgiving trek to NorCal - my sister's place near Sacramento. Gareth had already flown up ahead of time on business, which meant that I was responsible for EVERYTHING.
I have this neurotic need to do the following before we leave town for any length of time:
- 1. Pay all the Bills
- 2. Wash all the Dishes
- 3. Do all the Laundry
The rest of the house can be a disaster, but as long as those three things have been completed, I feel like less of a basket case when we return.
Since Gareth was already gone, I could not rely on his help this time. Also, now that my niece is attending UCLA, we are responsible for bringing her safely home to her parents this holiday. We're happy to do so - but this meant that I had to deal with the pre-Thanksgiving L.A. traffic from hell.
I left Megan safely with the mom of another gymnastics teammate (as she was expected there on Wednesday after school) and set out for Westwood at 3:00 p.m. Wednesday. The round trip back to Northridge took THREE FUCKING HOURS. (You bet I'm using the F-word here. It was not pretty.)
We could have shaved 30 minutes off that time if Carly had not come bearing laundry. So we had to go past the gym, back to my house, and drop her load into my machine before going back to the gym.
Of course, the coach kept the girls an extra half hour -- so we were not out of there until 8:00 p.m. And we were all hungry.
As I was determined not to create any more dirty dishes before we left (see item #2 above), I took the girls out to dinner - which got us back home around 9:00. Sent Megan to bed, took MY load out of the dryer and put Carly's in. Then, drove back out to Ralph's to buy some last minute items I needed before I could pack (you know, cat litter, mouthwash, Tampax).
It was 11:00 before I was finally home and ready to pack, and I was exhausted. Carly couldn't wait to get home to her friends (and her family - but most of all, her friends), and I promised her we would be out of the house by 6:00 a.m. - or as close to that as possible.
We managed to get on the road at 6:20, which wasn't bad considering that the packing didn't get done until after I'd showered that morning. We were reunited with Gareth and the rest of the family at 1:30 p.m. Thanksgiving Day.
Dinner was great. My sister and brother-in-law have almost completed a home addition (including brand new state-of-the-art kitchen) which has come out looking fabulous. Yes, I'm jealous - but very happy for them. They've needed this extra space for a long time and I think we are all going to enjoy having it there.
Today the gang was set to drive out to visit friends in Chico (about 90 minutes from here). Here's where my guilt comes in. I stayed behind with Carly and the two little girls (Megan and Carly's little sister), telling everyone about the book post I still owe Andi... and I had every intention of writing that post. However, before I could get to it, I needed to find the original emails she and I exchanged -- and I've been so swamped that I needed to deal with 120 other emails that were on top of it in my Inbox. Which took over three hours.
It did not help that there's something wonky going on with my sister's Internet connection, which made everything I did take about three times as long. By this time, Carly had finished some errands of her own, so I begged off, telling her I needed to go to the post office (true - I hadn't had time to mail some of those bills prior to our drive up here) and then Starbucks to send email (also true - my outgoing messages wouldn't send from her house). And then I intended to write my book post...
...but at 3:00 pm, my brain is fried, so I wrote this update instead -- which is why I have so much guilt right now -- not the least of which is due to the fact that tomorrow I will have to try to wheedle my family again for some more private writing time. I don't think they'll give it to me.
Oh well. I hope you all had a very happy Thanksgiving!