I hate Mondays. Once I've lost half my morning to the weekly manager's meeting, the whole rest of the day feels blown. Even when I am actually productive, it doesn't feel like it; it feels like a constant slipslide of catch-up.

At least Penny is done with whatever bug she was down with on Sunday, and she was pretty good last night. She was kind of a stinker this morning, though. Nothing really major; just being... (dun dun DUN!) ...two.

She didn't want me and she was mad at me and she hated the overalls I dressed her in and she was whining and how dare I wipe her nose and she didn't want to wear socks and she was mad at me and she wanted a cookie that I refused to give her and she was whining and she wanted a sticker no not that sticker that one and she was mad at me and whining and bad-tempered and...

Like that, only for half an hour.

Of course, as soon as Matt came downstairs and tried to pick her up, it was, "Mommy Mommy Mommy Mommy!" and clinging to my leg and crying.

At least we got a fair portion of the week's documents done yesterday. We've got no fewer than sixteen documents that have to go out the door this week, and two software bundles, and I've been dreading the approach of Thursday -- the day that the software and nine of the documents are due. But we got five documents done yesterday, four of which are for the Thursday stack.

So that's a major improvement over the past. If I can get another three or four documents today, I might even begin to think we have a chance at getting through this mess without having to work too much overtime.

And of course all this work happens the same week that I've finally recovered some enthusiasm for writing and want to start working on a project again.

Oh, well. This should be the last really hellish week before the end of the year.

(And honestly, I'm in a better mood than this entry makes it sound. I'm just sort of... busy.)

--Liz