A horrendous week is behind me and a weekend in the country is just a few hours away.
I’ve come to realise how thinly I’m spread on the ground these days. The demands of my business keep me from my family most of the week meaning I get to deal with family stuff over the phone (not the best medium) which can lead to misunderstandings, words taken incorrectly and trying to mediate between my children. It’s not their fault, its nobodies fault; it’s just the way things are for the moment.
There is some much I cannot talk freely about as its crazy thoughts and plans and what ifs! My heads buzzing like a fridge. I just want to get to my house and forget work.
I have one member of staff who, whilst being a good designer has so many personal issues she’s a walking medical dictionary. She refuses to take responsibility for anything and thinks only of herself, always. She had a bit if a breakdown last year before she joined us and has a problem communicating with her team, clients, well everyone really. I’ve spoken to her a number of times and am at the end of my tether. She also has the habit of practically laying on me after I’ve reprimanded her. She goes from being wrapped up to the eyeballs in clothes to wearing absolutely the bare minimum when she feels threatened and it scares the life out of me.
I’m not particularly on the receiving end of much sexual attention at the moment so whilst I understand I really should fire her ass, I can’t help wanting to shag her ass too. Shit..it so easy just to load it all into this blog and forget about it.
I CAN SHOUT TOO. I WANT SEX, I WANT TO TOUCH SOMEONE AND BE TOUCHED.
Thankfully the country is waiting for me. I’ve got workmen finishing off today (or so they’ve said) so the place should be our own for the weekend. The kids are excited; we’ve found a stable close by to stable our horses whilst we’re waiting for the stable block to be finished so they’ll spend most of the time there. I love seeing them around the horses. If it wasn’t for these weekends I’m sure I’d go mad.