Busy

I want to put an apology out into the void to whomever I owe one to. I realize I have been difficult (if not impossible) to contact lately, but life seems a little chaotic.

Take this week, for instance:

Saturday - We (hubby, bro-in-law and I) moved Mike's cousin from the South Side to the top floor of a four-story walk up. While the entire family is thrilled to trade in hardcore gang bangers for the more gentrified gang bangers of her new neighborhood, we were not thrilled about the lack-of-elevator situation.

Sunday - While moving said cousin, our window regulator broke. Apparently a common problem in VW's, this meant we had to park our car on the city streets with the driver's side window down (a.k.a., stuck in the door). This also meant that Sunday was dedicated to, once again, thanking Baby Jesus for my brother-in-law who (with the help of my amazing husband) spent the better part of the day disassembling the car door and fixing the problem.

Monday - Bright and early, I am off to the airport. Exit on to 294 is closed. Alternate route is at a stand still because of crossing gate failure. Run into airport. Plane is delayed 145 minutes (for no good reason!). No movie... ON A FLIGHT TO SAN FRANCISCO! Spend the evening schmoozing.

Tuesday - Bright and early, back to (different) airport. Fly home and actually land a little early, which is very good because I need to rush to the dentist. They quickly numbed my face and insert my permanent crown. I went home, made dinner, and then had to drug myself because of residual tooth pain. But, of course, I cannot sleep because I managed to get jet lag in one day.

Wednesday - Off we go to the house inspection first thing in the morning. The good news is that there were not any problems we didn't expect and we liked (and trusted) the inspector. (Call for referral.) Then I was off to work - driving because it was so late. Someone want to explain how there is still rush hour traffic at noon on Wednesday?! I worked really late to make up for going in early and ended the day with another restless night.

Thursday - This is today. It's my Friday, because I took tomorrow off. That's a good thing because it was a rough day. It involved slamming my knee (which is now under frozen peas) into the corner of a tradeshow crate and then stabbing myself with a staple (finger now in band-aid). The hubby is running late, which is ok because it means I get to talk to all of you for a few minutes, and I got him to pick up dinner on his way home. (thanks!)

So, call me if you need me, but don't be mad if I forget to answer. And, have a great weekend!