frazzled

I'm almost certain I had a good reason for throwing out the box my featherbed fit in, but I can't think of what it was, and I wish I hadn't.

Four days later I still haven't cleaned the oven. I guess I know what I'm doing tonight when I get back from dinner. (Well, that and putting all the utterly random leftover stuff in a box or so. And trying to figure out what to do with the trash, since trash day isn't until Monday and I can't get at the trash cans. And packing all the cleaning products and open condiment bottles in leakproof containers. And and and...ARGH. I shouldn't have bothered putting the sheets back on the bed this morning. I'm never going to get there tonight.) My parents and the pickup truck are coming too, so at least there will be more cargo space and moral support and traffic direction.

Of course, in between now and dinner, there are only six or seven urgent things I have to get done at work. Our newest staff assistant quit as of the end of Wednesday, so we're short-staffed and doing the workload shuffle again. I need a vacation.

I know it will all work out in the end, but I wish I were at the end already.