I think since I'm already so 'Internet' caught up I'm not even going to bother getting on it when I get home. Instead, I believe I might work on a story I've had simmering for a couple of weeks now. I really have been thinking about it a lot today, so that tells me it's time to put pen to paper ... or fingertip to keys, whichever you prefer to think of it.
I'm in a very 'organized, calm, collected' mode right now and I'm hoping it sticks with me for the better part of the day. Usually it does until I get tired and just don't give a damn. I'm also feeling quite energetic and as it's so close to when I leave for work I'm sure that'll expand to when I'm at home and doing my tasks I've already mentioned. So I'll probably zoom through those and move on. I think I want to make a list of some of the more extensive cleaning that must be done before my aunt comes in because there's some of it I'll require my husband to do (cleaning the very top shelves of book cases and other areas I can't reach).
I'm already dreading the 'Do you want to hang out' phone calls I know may be inevitable, but plainly, no, I do not want to hang out. If we go to the mall so I can pick up my other clothes that I skipped Wednesday, I don't want a crowd hanging around because then I'll feel rushed and I won't get what I properly want, and then I won't be happy with it, and then I'll have wasted money or gone home with nothing and be pissy. Besides, I'm not exactly willing to go bra shopping with friends. With my husband, fine, but my friends don't need to know what type or exact size of bras I wear.
I used to get so mad at my husband when I'd tell him I needed to go clothes shopping, and he'd invite people to hang out like it was a social event. After about six conversations explaining why I'm not OK clothes shopping with friends (it's hard enough as it is, I'm NOT a natural born shopper and it gets frustrating sometimes trying stuff on), three good sized tantrums and absolute refusal to go to the mall EVER he realized that he should perhaps STOP inviting our friends along when I wanted some privacy to get what I needed and get the hell back out. Plus, I threatened to embarrass the living shit out of him every single time we went out and he insisted on inviting friends (think asking 'So, did you want to get some more of that enlargement serum?' or 'Do we need to reorder your Viagra script?'.) Yes, I fight dirty when I need to, but it worked and I didn't even have to embarrass him once, sometimes the threat is enough. :-D
I know that probably sounds weird that I never want to clothing shop with anybody, but it's already enough of an aggravation trying to find something that fits right ... then add in the self-consciousness when things don't fit or look right ... then add in the fact that I've begun looking at price tags and stressing over the more expensive things that fit and the cheap things that don't (my luck, right?) ... then add the fact that I'm getting hot and tired of taking my clothes off, putting something on and doing it all over again ... THEN add in the fact that I don't get to smoke at all throughout this whole process. I get pretty wound up and it's embarrassing to have a friend along, further, it leaves open possibilities for me snapping at them unsuspectingly when I've had enough and they're still trying to push me to keep looking.
I shop when I want to shop, I buy what I want to buy, I wear what I want to wear, and I leave when I want to leave. It is just easier on anybody potentially involved if I go alone, or only with my husband, get the shittin' task done and THEN hang out. See, I really do think of others, it's not like I'm just being a whiner ... I'm just saving them from either boredom or a really bitchy attitude from me (at least until I get a smoke in). I'd rather throw a tantrum by myself and forget about it quickly than have the whole awkard 'Wow she was being a bitch.' thing going on.
Ah ... fifteen more minutes to go. How will I ever contain myself?



