a sense of time

This week is absolutely the slowest week ever.  I have had plenty of work to do so that I am busy during the day and of course the kiddos keep me occupied at night, but geez.  I feel like I am moving at a snail's pace.  I was looking at the calendar and trying to put things into perspective and it just seems like nothing is moving.  I have a timeline in my head of when things are going to happen so that it breaks the bigger chunks into small manageable ones.  Even that is not really helping anymore.  How come when you don't want something to hurry up and happen, it is here in the blink of an eye?  Remember when we were younger and school took forever and summers just flew by?  So here I am feeling like Christmas can't come fast enough and Abby is saying how it is "only" three months away.  It feels like eternity to me. 

So I finally got my Claddagh!  I was so happy to get it, I just wish that he could have been here to give it to me.  I was able to call him when I pulled it out of the mailbox and open it with him on the phone though.  I love him and I could not have asked for a better present.  There is a funny story that goes with it though...  So when I gave him my ring size, I gave him my left hand and not my right hand.  Silly me.  When I put the ring on for the first time, it was a little tight because apparently my right is slightly bigger than my left.  I did not think much of it because once it was on, there were no issues with it being tight.  Later that night I thought I would take it off and see how it looked on my left.  There was a small struggle and a little soap, but it came off.  Low and behold it fit perfectly on my left.  I admired it for awhile and then squeezed it back onto my right.  The next morning I went to work and wanted to show one of the guys my ring and was talking about how it fit better on my left.  I wiggled it off with soap and cold water.  After I was done showing it off I smooshed it back on to the objection to one of the other guys in the office.  By the time night rolled around my knuckle and finger were so irritated they were swollen.  Now I had to take it off.  I tried and tried, but nothing worked.  Finally I gave up and went to bed.  I was awoken at midnight to some pain in my finger so I drug myself out of bed to try again.  I used a gallon of soap and a tray of ice cubes but nothing worked.  I was even holding my hand in the air in hopes that the blood would fall down and I would be able to take it off.  Still no.  I gave up again and decided that I would try one more time at work today and if it didn't work a trip to the jewelers was in my future.  I really did not want to have to cut it off!  At work today at about ten I went into the bathroom and yanked and pulled, pushed and pried until finally after about 15 minutes and a few tears it was off!  Let's just say that it will not go back on my right hand until it is properly sized.  I know it does not really belong on my left hand but I am taken and actually having it there will make it easier for random guys to know that.  Oh and of course once it was off everyone had all kinds of suggestions on how to get a ring off that is stuck.  A little too late, gentlemen...  End of the story is my ring and my finger are intact and I am still very happy to wear it.  <3  I love my woobie and him giving me this ring gives me something to look at every second of the day to remind of how much he loves me and how much I mean to him.