I call myself Wonder Woman rather a lot, actually. But then there come those days like today, when I feel like I’m barely hanging on.
- Problems at work that I could fix if I only knew how (training got canceled, no one on site knows even as much as I do on this one system) and annoyingly long, nonproductive conference calls (no one knows anything but it takes us 40 minutes before we can get off the phone and find someone who does know something) and feeling unappreciated (and I know it’s not all about me, but sometimes a girl needs to hear a thank-you or a well-done or a something besides a terse account number in the e-mail subject and your auto signature in the text).
- Health stuff–like my ears that are still popping and crackling only slightly less frequently than they were a month ago before I started the nasal spray, and the fact that Diet Coke tastes nothing like Coke, and my taste buds don’t like it (which is a health issue because I weigh way too much), and the constant draining of my sinuses (allergy testing on the 28th, and we’ll see what’s going on there).
- And sometimes I have to decide whom to please: my spouse or someone else. And as much love and respect and appreciation I have for those various someone elses, my husband’s going to come first. (Of course, I’ve figured out what will please me before I even bring it up with him, so don’t think I’m denying myself. I’m not.)
On those days I ask myself if I truly am Wonder Woman.
I am. Definitely. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want a break. No housework to do, a nice tub with lots of bubbles and candles, and a good book. You can’t tell me Wonder Woman never enjoys a long, hot soak in the bathtub. She does. And I shall.
Right after my doctor’s appointment this afternoon.