Crawling under the covers

So its been a hell of a week, year, century. I am preparing my brain for the future and my crystal ball is fuzzy. My magic 8ball is even unclear...on each side of the di I'm reading "I dunno". A friend of mine today told me she's been secretly flicking off her coworker every time she walks by this coworker's cube. Its a silent F.U. which makes me laugh, I care not how immature that sounds! I love it, just picturing her sneaking by the cube, her sweater almost catching on the faux carpet lined wall and snickering to herself, feeling so much better after having jammed two middle fingers in the air...kinda. Well that seems to be the sentiment I'm hearing lately. Everything from, "I'm seeing shadows" to "my back's been killing me"...I've got a long list of things to lament about but since I have tomorrow off of work...I think instead, I'll wake up late (that's 6am versus 5:30am) drink some delicious fresh ground coffee and dig into Anywhere But Here (a phenomenal book by Mona Simpson that I'm rereading) and then languish for a while in my robe. Wake the little ones up to take the big one to school, then somehow coordinate taking a shower while keeping tabs on the 3 and 1yr old (this is where my imagined military training comes in...special ops time man!) drop them off at daycare and take my mother to lunch for her birthday. We're going downtown! Whooo we've hit the big time ya'll! And after it all when it gets quiet, after all kids are in bed, I'm going to crawl under the covers and do what we women sometimes do, have a good hard cry. I'll probably drink a bottle of wine in there, but not under the covers...