My mind has been a little cloudy lately. Maybe it’s from trying to navigate this post-bachelor-George-Clooney world in which I now live. But more likely, it’s from the incessant jackhammering that’s going on directly beneath my office. The parking garage below my workspace is being renovated. Well, I think it’s being renovated, but who knows. All I know is that from 8:00 am until lunchtime, then 12:30 to about 3 p.m., all I hear – and FEEL – is jackhammering. Word on the street is I have two more weeks of this. I’ve been absolutely miserable at work – to the point where on the worst of the days last week, no less than four of my colleagues stopped in to check on my welfare. I was uncharacteristically punchy at a staff meeting. And I’m pretty sure given the slightest provocation, I would erupt into tears.
So I decided to take a vacation day tomorrow. All to myself. I’m still going to take my son to daycare; mostly because they are wonderful and he learns so much more there than he would running errands with me all day. Just last week, he stopped to read a book before we left and he saw a picture of a robot and said something that sounded pretty close to “robot” and then immediately DID THE ROBOT. Naturally, we found the only thing we had in the house with a robot on it and spent all weekend asking him what it was and watching him dance.
Back to my day off. I made a hair appointment and spent the weekend convincing myself to cut my hair short (i.e., some sort of long bob). Then I washed and dried it this morning and now I’m not so sure. I asked my son what he thought. “Should I cut my hair short or keep it long?” His answer: “Tractor.” I’ll interpret that as 1 vote for a mullet. I have until 1:30 p.m. tomorrow, so should you have an opinion, please comment below!