Today was the first day of my big new fancy schmancy promotion. I think I’ve been on the verge of crying like five times so far. The first was when my husband ironed and starched my shirt for me while I got ready for work. The second was when my baby girl stood on the toilet and watched me put on mascara.
The day has been hectic and I kinda sorta hate the new job already. But I kinda sorta hate everything new the very first day so I try really hard not to flip out. Things seem a lot less horrific three or four days in. Just the fact that I describe things as being horrific on the first day should give some insight into my ability to overreact inside my head.
My Harry Potter book finally arrived at 4:55 pm Saturday. Which is better than 6:55 but not by much. By the time the book arrived I had finally succumbed to whatever mysterious illness gave my son 102 degree fever earlier in the week. I was 101 and half delirious. I kept going from cold to hot and complaining about when my book was going to get there. At one point I was so cold I was wearing two pairs of socks, a fleece jacket and a scarf. Ok. And maybe I put a sweatshirt around my head when I couldn’t find a winter hat. But, dude, I was really cold.
I managed to rise above the fever long enough to get through the first 500 pages of the book. I have high hopes to finish it tonight. I’m completely and utterly paranoid about someone spoiling the ending at this point so I really need to. We’ll see how my evening goes. So far it’s looking pretty packed. For example, all this work related stress is going to require some extended cuddle time with my husband which may or may not involve China doll crying. Yet another perk of being married to me.