Friday, February 24, 2012

Stop and relax

I sat down at my desk this morning, as per usual, and was about to go see what MY&E had in store for me today....another epic photo of Ellie? More of Uncle Merv's musings?

Then it dawned on me. I am responsible for the entertainment today.

Whoa is me, well, you. For I do NOT have three things. I have nothing. The downsizing of this office has been a bear. I have been hoisting boxes, coordinating contractors and furniture pickups, wheeling the  damn dolly around full of all manner of crap. I am tired. Weary.

I am truly exhausted when I get home.

Yes, it may look like all flowers and puppies, but I am gripping that beer with two hands, in bed, at 5 pm.
So when this popped up inbox today:

“The time to relax is when you don't have time for it.” ― Sydney J. Harris

I decided I'm going to take Mr. Harris' advice. I'm not going to attempt to come up with something witty and fun. I am going to relax. Well, at least as much as I can while moving myriad boxes from one side of the office to the other.

(Oh, and the title? That is what my toddler says to me a few times a day (although it sounds more like STOPandrelaz). Apparently her teachers say this to the kids at her school when they start to spin out. But, hey, it works for all of us, right?)



Me, You, or Ellie said...

that clifford themed photo is beyond awesome. who snapped the pic? I pity the fool who tries to pry that beer out of your hands.

happy friday!


Pat said...

Soon it will be over! I have been hauling and heaving all week and in nine days I will be homeless and living out of my car.
Love, Mom

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Wow, mom, that sounds so glamorous!

I'm not sure about byond awesome, but it does perk up the shot, now doesn't it. I'm pretty sure it was miss M. But it could have been A. I was too tired to notice, lol.


Me, You, or Ellie said...

Beth, you look exactly like said Toddler. You two are twinsies.

Now STOPandrelaz wouldja?

How I would so very much dearly love to "cheers" you with *my* two hands holding *my* beer. Until they pry my cold dead hands off of it.

Love you.
Now, STOPandrelaz.