Spending my last hours bonding with my gallbladder

Today has been predictably crazy. It was my only day at work this week. The next 6 days will be the most consecutive days I have had off of work since I started there a year ago. (And I haven't told them yet that I have booked a 7 night trip to Disney World this summer!)

So this morning I had to go to the hospital for bloodwork. At least that's what they told me when I spent half an hour on the phone with them last week doing all the pre-admit crap for my gallbladder surgery tomorrow. They also told me I would be in and out quickly--especially if I went in early. So I left my house at 7:15 this morning to be at the hospital by 7:30. Where I waited for half a freakin' hour before I saw anybody. Then I had to go over a ton of the preadmit crap that I had already spent an half an hour going over last week. I was peeved about making the effort to get there early just to be stuck waiting and was not particularly nice to the preadmit girl (ok, I was a total bitch.) But I had a report that I had worked on over the weekend and really wanted to have waiting on Big Boss's desk when he arrived--and they were making me late to work and enduring that wasn't gonna happen.

Of course, now I'm afraid that my bitchy karma is going to come back to haunt me and they are going to forget to give me pain meds or something tomorrow.

I ran my ass off the rest of the day, trying to make a couple of deadlines and get all of my loose ends wrapped up before I was out the rest of the week. I swear to god, if my secretary asks one more time, "does this have to go out today?" I am going to scream. Yes, it f'ing has to go out today or I wouldn't have told you that. I'm sorry that you have a lot to do. I have a lot to do, too and I don't have time to do both of our jobs.

I was afraid that I would be working late tonight--a problem because DH had plans and PS had gymnastics at 7:00. I called my nanny to see if she could take PS if I didn't make it on time. She said, "well, I don't know. I don't know if I can find it--I'm just not sure about that." WTF? Part of the reason that I pay for a nanny so that I have someone who can take the kids to all of their activities. I even pay her a gas allowance for this. She gets the gas allowance every week--even though she hasn't had to take the kids anywhere in almost a month.

Somehow, I managed to get all my crap together and out of the office by 5:30--in just enough time to run home, grab the girls, drop PS off at gymnastics and run get some dinner while bribing the twins with ice cream cones. Back to the gymnastics place, watch the end of PS's practice, then stop to grab her a burger, and home by 8:30--just in time for bed. Yelled repeatedly for the girls to brush their teeth, lay out clothes for tomorrow and hop in bed (no time for baths tonight--but at least it's getting cooler and they didn't have much time to run around and get stinky outdoors today.)

9:00--haven't heard a peep from DH. I am somewhat irritated with him for making his plans for tonight when I warned him that it was going to be a crazy day for me. I definitely do not mind him going out--today was just a really bad day and he was unreasonably resistant to changing his plans. I'm feeling not very high on his priority list lately.