With a big deadline here today, my management has asked me to work a "double" (an 8-hour day instead of a 4-hour day) and take Friday off. While on the one hand, I was looking forward to getting into the routine of half-days, my routine of the last couple of days indicates I probably will be safer at work.
Monday: Left work at 11. Called Tabby for lunch, but she didn't answer. Drove home, wandered around the house for a few minutes. Found some marshmallows. Ate the marshmallows. Opened the fridge and saw bacon.
On the pretext of needing to eat lunch, heated up the last of the corn and potato chowder from last week. Made bacon. Ate a piece of bacon. Grated some cheese. Ate some cheese. Ate another piece of bacon. Resisted temptation to eat more marshmallows.
Poured the soup into a bowl and used bacon and cheese as intended: to garnish lunch. Ate the chowder.
Tabby called back and came over with her daughter. Made more bacon. Ate the bacon. Tabby left. I napped.
So let's see: Eat, Cook, Eat, Nap. Not good. Maybe day 2 will be better?
Tuesday: Left at 11:30 (ish). Came home, wandered around the house. Called Hannah to confess unreasonable desire to eat bacon and marshmallows. Found bag of M&Ms on the refrigerator. Ate M&Ms. Called Mom. Grated laundry soap, and made a box of mac & cheese. Ate the mac & cheese. Picked up Burgundy and friend from school; took them to McDonald's. Bought them lunch. Bought a chicken nugget meal. Ate the meal. Washed it down with a Dr. Pepper. Came home. Wandered around the house.
Eventually called Mark in hopes that he would say something like, "I'm out of clean underwear; could you process a load of whites?" Instead, he said, "I don't know, what needs to be done? Maybe you should take a nap." I decided we'd been long enough without balancing the checkbook, so I worked on that. So diligently that I worked right through the 3:00 PM doctor appointment I'd set for Burgundy, not giving it another thought until about 9:00 last night.
This can't go on. I love bacon; I love marshmallows; I love macaroni and cheese and m&ms. But eating them all together because I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do for myself is both a recipe for expanding the budget to include new clothes (not on the agenda) and for feeling really terribly physically.
So yeah. I'm staying at work all day by request, and I'm kinda relieved.