Where did the week go?

Yikes! How did it get to be Thursday night? And what the heck have I done the last three nights?!?!

Actually, never mind. Two nights were spent playing my guitar. I was really pleased with myself! I played a simple version of an Alanis Morissette song, and started to work on one of my favourite Barenaked Ladies songs, "For You." So far I have the general idea of the riff that goes through the first part of the song - I just need to speed it up big time. Still though, not bad for a gal who's been playing for all of what... a week?

And last night, I had an enjoyable evening doing nothing productive! I watched another great episode of Ed's Up, caught up with an old friend who gave me some great guitar tips, and went to bed early.

I've been working like crazy at the office, trying to get all the little things done before my last day. I'm starting to get a little nervous about the new job. It's been so long... I kind of forget what the performance expectations are for new employees. I'm worried it'll take me too long to get up to speed, or that I won't perform as expected... And then in the meantime, it's quite the opposite at the current job, where I'm finding it hard to give a damn.

Perhaps what's not helping is lack of sleep. The night before last, my three year old woke up many, many times. As in, I stopped counting somewhere around 12. Then this morning, they were both up by 4:40. And I totally, completely lost it on my three year old. Once again, I felt like I was watching a different version of myself yelling, without being able to stop it or do anything to otherwise control it. I don't quite know what to do about the lack of sleep, or the sleep-deprived bad behaviour (mine, not the kids'). I'm SO not a morning person, but the reality is I'm a mom, and I don't think it's fair to expect I'll be able to avoid all those early mornings. So I really, really need to find a way around this little 4 am temper of mine. I just don't know how to overcome it.

Well, I'm off for tonight - we're watching Amelie (I know - I'm about 4-5 years late). Every few minutes I go back and forth between hating the film and loving it. And I'm a little disconcerted that I can identify with Amelie's very, very bizarre and somewhat mental imagination. Ha! What does that say about me?