If I Were a SuperHero...

I would somehow be able to make time stand still in those inevitable weeks of catch-up, so that I could, you know, actually catch up?

I missed a week of work last week due to the nefarious bug known as Influenza, aka In Flew Inz A BigAssed Monkey Wrench to My Tightly Scheduled World.

Then, on top of missing work, I got behind in my studies with school. I mean, my head was swimming over the fact that I really did have to get up and care for two children when all my body really wanted to do was curl into fetal position, suck my thumb and wait for this pain to end - had I attempted to read about leadership, organizational cultures, informal authority v. formal, et cet er a, I think I would have spontaneously combusted. So I didn't.

And now, I am paying. Dearly.

My gut has been in a knot all week. Because usually, I just forego sleep when I've got to get to the grindstone and bust my chops. But this week, my body has said, "Oh hell to the no, sistah, you need friggin' sleep," and I'm snoring by 9:00. Which means - the extras, the catch-up? So not happenin'.

Oh, oh, oh, and then guess what? Grant applications were due Wednesday. Which means I am swimming in a SEA of paperwork, scheduling logistics, and dealing with rude people. And the Boss happened to schedule her vacay this week and next. So I'm going it alone.

And so, I really, really wish that I could just freeze time, whip through all this stuff, and have everything signed, sealed, and delivered. ON TIME.

But, seeing that I am a mere mortal afterall, and not SuperMama, alas! I cannot. And it pisses me off. Moreover, it leaves me feeling like I can do little more but dribble my lips with my finger like a looney tune.



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