Satisfying Sundays

I hate when I have to work on the weekend, but for some reason I get more done at home on those weekends than on non-work weekends. Must be that annoying voice in my head that keeps saying, "You have two whole days to get this stuff done. Slow down a little."

Last night I wraped most all of the stack of presents I had to wrap. There are still a few downstairs that are being hidden from little boys eyes and I finished our Christmas cards.

Today I did a lot of laundry, picked up and vacuumed the house, cleaned the bathroom and mopped the mudroom and the kitchen. I also changed our sheets.

I still need to make our bed and fold three!! baskets of laundry. I'm thinking that I'll get one of those 2 things done. 10 points for anyone that can guess which one:)


Tomorrow, it's back to work. I have a lot that I could write about that but I don't want to get "dooced." Highly doubtful that my boss is smart enough to find this site, but miracles do happen. Maybe I should google myself. Nothing there, I should be safe. I work for four men. Three of whom are "partners" although I think it's more of a benevolent dictatorship. I actually like the "dictator" quite a lot. It's one of the others that drives me and most of the others in the office crazy. He is very book smart but has NO people skills and NO common sense. He has no ethics and very little respect for anyone around him. To him it's "all about the money." He routinely gouges clients, employees included, especially if he thinks "they can afford it." He seems to think that he should get to decide how others spend their money, but he's so tight with his own that he's barely buying his kids Christmas presents. My respect level at this point is so low that I can barely be civil. However, the real kicker is that I've worked there longer than him. Our company Christmas party is next week and Craig can't go. I can't decide if it's worth the bother of getting a sitter which is sad considering that I truly enjoy everyone else that works there.

Time to wrangle my boys out of the bath and settle down to watch Frosty the Snowman. Sounds like a good time to me!