We kicked off the conference today. I am kick A$$, dead tired.
I had to show up, looking Ms. Very Business, at 6:30 in the morning. People, do you not realize that I was up at 2:30 AM??? with a serious case of heart burn. My homemade lasagne will do that. Must have been the 4 lbs of cheese in that puppy. Never enough cheese in this house.
The Rolaids were not on the night stand where they were supposed to be. I had to go all the way out to the kitchen, to luckily find some. Extract several, chew, chew, chew, swallow all the chalky crap, and then get the chalky crap out of my back molars.
By now I am wide awake. I do not sleep well on a good night. Heart burn and the anxiety of running the food aspect of the conference do not mix. I go back to bed and start to drift in about an hour and the storms hit.
This is February. These type of storms are only supposed to hit in the Spring. This is not Spring.
Last Friday we had 8" of snow. Yesterday was 73 degrees. Last night we had rain, lightning, and major thunder @ 3:30 in the morning when I had just gotten over my heart burn and was drifting. I got up and waited for Spousal Unit to finish sleeping.
Spousal Unit is a very light sleeper, but he is usually sound asleep before his head hits the pillow. (This particular rant will continue in a different post).
Spousal Unit also has a conference this week so I am trying to be considerate. Thus, the waiting for him to get up before I start to perform my morning ablutions.
I am in the grocery store @ 7:00AM picking up the fruit and veggie trays when I get a call on the cell that there isn't enough food. Buy more food. Look dude, you gave me a budget and I stuck to it. So I buy more oranges.
At the end of the day I did good. I pulled it off. I spent $5.36 per conference attendee and fed them well for 2 1/2 meals.
This post doesn't mean that I'm grumpy. Its just I've just got to do it again for another two days.