This is exciting, because last week I crammed the work of 6 long days into 5, didn't get home before 7:00pm four days in a row, and forgot to eat lunch a couple days. I also worked a holiday I wasn't supposed to in order to be ready to bill 300 new accounts on time that encompass over 1300 new monthly parking customers. All while fitting in (most of) my regular work that already fills 40 hours a week. And as luck would have it, it was all endured midst raging mood swings and cramps. It's like the perfect storm for loosing all semblance of sanity and patience in the workplace. But never fear! I prayed really hard and by the end of the week I was not suicidal which I think counts as a win with a capital W.
It's nice that business is growing, but it's not so nice to be one who bears the brunt of growing pains.
Anywhoodles, by the time the weekend came around needless to say I needed some decompressing which may or may not have lead to reckless behavior which included telling my husband we shouldn't wait for our tax return to arrive before we spent it all. Not one to be given permission twice to do something he wanted to do last week, we headed to IKEA and Costco. Behold the beautiful result in this crappy phone picture.
|Now I can stop telling everyone I need a bookshelf.|
For the record, this is what we'd planned to do with the refund once it came. And then the money arrived at our bank today so we aren't so irresponsible as we originally seemed.
There are these moments in my life periodically where I feel like a REAL ADULT.
Setting up a certificate of deposit and a savings account.
Opening a 401K.
Shopping for and purchasing insurance.
Buying a bed.
Buying brand new furniture and a TV gave us one of those moments this weekend. Almost all of our furniture was given to us or bought second hand which makes feel perpetually like poor college twentysomethings, so having something NEW has been a strange and wonderful feeling. (Having a real job and getting married didn't make me feel like an adult, just a kid getting away with stuff.)
On a sort-of-related-but-not-really-note, another reason my husband is awesome is in marrying him, my tax refund increased over 4000% (not an exaggeration). That's all I have to say. No wait, one more thing: my mom just became a great-great-aunt. Her oldest brother's second oldest daughter's oldest son just became a father to a daughter. (I dare you to say that ten times fast.) This means when my child has a child, it will already have a third cousin. That's craZAzy.
Are you mad I tricked you into reading this manic post by by giving it a leading title? You may tell me in the comments.