I’ve run two reasonably successful businesses, raised a herd of step-kids, put my husband and half a herd of kids through college, kept my home semi-neat-and-clean (lets not push it here), kept the herds of people, cows, horses, and foster kittens well fed and healthy, mostly balanced the budget even on the months which greatly exceeded the income – all at the same time – then sold everything, rented a house, packed & moved 100 miles, and a mere six months later, packed, moved and consolidated a 4 bedroom house into a 2 bedroom apartment 1200 miles away, all without blinking an eye.
So why did, this afternoon, I sit in the middle of my new kitchen floor, bawling like a heartbroken baby, wiping my nose with a cheap paper towel because I’m just too damn tired to grab a tissue (all of 3 feet further than the crappy towels) after one silly little 5 hour training session for a real job? Why can I not remember if “control + A” lets me Adjust Accounting or Add a new Account? Why oh why, did I get the “Testing Unit” with the wonky enter and control keys?
While we’re at it, where is my passport, social security card, birth certificate, house keys, car and a flashlight & map with which to find my ass?
On the plus side, I was on time, even though I made two wrong turns after taking the wrong exit after getting on the wrong damn highway in the first place.
I don’t like being a grown-up today.