The very long day

You know it's going to be a long day when your kid wakes you up at 2:45 AM wanting to discuss why he can't sleep.

I ended up crawling in his little twin bed with him and rubbing his back until he went to sleep. Then I crawled back out (almost breaking my neck in the process) and came back downstairs to my bed, where I lay there for over an hour obsessing over why I couldn't sleep. Irony at it's finest.

When I got to work this morning, I had an email from Chachi that apparently EPOD's brother died over the weekend. After digging up the obituary from the paper, I was making phone calls like crazy rounding up all my cronies like SG and Cat Door M to make sure everyone showed up at the viewing that was scheduled for tonight. And then, I discovered that EPOD had actually come in to work for a few hours to escape from the "funeral madness" as he called it. He was in pretty decent spirits considering what the family has been through, and he'll be missing in action for at least a few days for all the funeral stuff.

Then the real fun started. I swear I spent almost 7 hours today scheduling, rescheduling, and re-rescheduling meetings for this week. The most frustrating one was a coordination meeting that I needed to have immediately after the main subcontractor meeting on Wednesday - ideally, I needed the meeting to be around 11:30 since the subs would already be on site. But noooo....our prima donna architect decided that it wasn't convenient for him so now I have to drag the subs that I need back out to the site at 1:30 for the meeting. Never mind the fact that it's a good 30 minutes from downtown for these people to get there with no traffic.

The fun part of the day was shopping with April at lunchtime. I got two great tops at Macy's, one of which was so ghetto fabulous that I ended up wearing it to the funeral home tonight. Because, you know, you can't have too many boobs at a funeral. The guys I work with were pleased.

Tonight was the viewing. It was packed. EPOD's brother was a State Farm agent for over 29 years and knew pretty much half of the city. I managed to rally up most of our former team members and EPOD was pretty touched that we all came. Well, for EPOD he was touched. They had all kinds of family photos around the room, and they had one photo of EPOD and his brother when they were probably younger than 10, dressed as cowboys. "Look," Robin whispered, "I bet EPOD is probably complaining that his brother's gun is bigger than his is." Yeah, that's the kind of guy he is - a pessimist to the nth degree.

So then after all the fun at the funeral home, Joey and I proceeded down the street to our old haunt, the Mexican place, and had a nice quiet dinner. Somehow, we ended up on the never-ending subject of having another baby, and I think we're finally on the same page. The same page as in we think we're done. I'm going to stay on the pill for now, he's not going to get the big V, and that way if we change our minds we still have the option. I'm not really sure how I feel about it all, other than a little sadness that for once we are on the same page and it's not in the way I thought it would be.

We got home around 8:45 and I have a freaking splitting migraine. Damn hormones. So I am going to go cocoon in my bed now. And hopefully tomorrow there will be no more meetings to reschedule. And I am going to wear that ghetto fabulous shirt tomorrow, dammit. I think it's a definite day to break out the Bad Day Clothes.