originally posted Mon., Aug. 8, 2005; 4:24 a.m. EDT
it was exhausting y'all! a sista had to go make some money! :-O
i worked at a client's site friday evening and most of saturday. not physical labor but i was still beat when i got home. friday wasn't too bad. but saturday morning came too quickly. seemed like i had just gotten in bed and it was time to get up and outta here.
on another topic, my baby just doesn't know what to do when mama ain't home. i mean she's cool when she's hanging with her lil homies. but when mama wants to get outta here without her, to do MY thang, i get full-fledged drama. i love my lil pookie but can a sista get a break?! i'm "mommiiieeee" 24/7 and sometimes it feels like a life sentence. LOL
friday evening, fo' i left, i tole that lil miss not to call me less'n it was an emergency. and didn't she call to say she had eaten her apple and bananas and "what else can i eat mommy?" and didn't my 45-year old hubby call to tell me to "tell the baby to open her bedroom door" cuz people were coming to look at the house? and didn't i get several more calls from her lil tail asking what i was doing? what time i was coming home? could i bring her some food from waco bell? yes i sho did.
i did stay at my client's after i was done working, to run my mouth. by the time i left, i had been finished working for 'bout 45 minutes. i enjoy my client's company. she's cool. a dynamic sista who don't bite her tongue and don't take no mess off nobody. we need her for president y'all! '-)
work is only a 20 minute drive from home and i got here by 11 p.m. i'm sure i stayed up until after 1 a.m.
greeting the wee hours does it for me. there's something delicious about being up around 3 a.m., while most everybody else is snoring... i love seeing the tentative tendrils of daylight as they creep up to my kitchen window.
being up when the sun rises soothes me somehow.
getting up saturday morning at 8:30 was a testament to how much i love the work i'm doing.
the drive out was a breeze. it was a nice surprise because i really expected mucho traffic on that road on a saturday morning. but i'd expected the same for my drive out on friday in rush hour. didn't happen then either.
my client didn't have the air on and saturday was scheduled to really heat up. didn't bother me tho. as long as i'm not dripping with sweat, i can stand temps a bit warmer than most in summer. it's not the heat that bothers me, any way. it's the humidity i don't like.
sista-client and i chatted about work and personal as i began my projects; she left shortly after. alone, i settled into my get-it-done rhythm. a few hours later, i began to feel the effects of sleep-deprivation. i took a bathroom break, ate a few grapes and did a few stretches. i also felt a headache creeping in. possibly because i was sitting too close to the monitor.
my client returned a few hours later. even tho we talked a bit more, i actually finished my projects earlier than we'd anticipated.
tho i set my own hours, there's nothing like getting off work early on a weekend. if i was childless, i'd actually prefer working on weekends. i like working when most people aren't. something about shopping when others are at the office is a turn-on for me. also, i don't like crowds and i have a particular abhorrence for standing in long lines. it's all great incentive for being self-employed. '-)
my client told me one of my favorite brands of juice was on sale at the nearby market and i'd planned to stop in on my way home. but when i got in my car, it was soooooooooooo hot, all thoughts of going any where but home caught fire and fried in my head.
*** gross out alert!!! ***
by the time i got home, my headache was in full effect. it felt like a migraine. i drank lots of water and a big mug of hot water and lemon juice. it didn't work right away and i felt like i'd feel better if i vomited (which i forced myself to do). then i laid down for a nap and couldn't sleep.
i told my daughter to tell hubby that i needed chicken noodle soup. the soup tasted weird. it was campbell's, a brand i like, but the noodles tasted like they were coated with something. maybe it was just me. or maybe it was wally world cuz that's where i got it from. i finally slept. (until 10 p.m.)
later i got a phone call from my godsister. i felt much better so i talked to her for a few hours. when my son came in exactly at curfew (surprise surprise!), i was still talking. it was after 3 a.m. when we rang off. my daughter came looking for me shortly after 6 a.m. she brought her pillow and sheet and camped on the couch while i completed some things online for our new house. (i love that virtual showroom!)
she and i watched a Bratz movie; hubby came down on his way to church and said we were invited to his cousin's for dinner. i knew i wouldn't make it. (nap time, ya know.)
i made cursory remarks as he left.
my daughter and i watched Garfield until i got sleepy. it was almost 10 a.m. by then. she went up with me but i'm not sure if she got in bed with me. i passed out a few seconds after my head touched the pillow. i vaguely remember her and hubby saying they were going to cousin's and they'd return for me before dinner. they called from there and i guess i sounded like a half-dead hag when i answered cuz no one came back for me. there was a plate waiting for me when i got up tho. that was nice of them.
on a more personal note, i'm looking for a day spa to luxuriate in. it's been a heck of a ride and i'm in need of rejuvenation! i have 2 in mind. both are new to the area. i'd heard of neither until i "found" them. both seem to cater to people of color; both are a few miles away, one about a 10-minute drive, the other about 15 minutes away. i need the works so this ain't gonna be cheap.
time for lights out. it's almost 4:30 and i got a lot to do later this morning. earlier than i would like...
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