Sure, it'd be easy to sound off about those people who insist on prematurely cannonballing into the deep end of Christmastime whilst rudely ignoring sweet little Thanksgiving but I won't.
I could prattle on and on about the governmental ridiculousness which continues to spout, spurt and sputter all about our nation's capital and how it makes me so frustrated I could just spit dirt yet I'm not.
I could ramble about the inaccuracy of the weather forecast on any given day here in the Mahoning Valley and how it left me sweating profusely at my training session on Wednesday and freezing my open-toe-shoe-wearing tootsies by Thursday. Tsk. Well, that was really my own doing but again, not gonna go there today.
Nope, this Sunday I'm going to head down a completely different path instead. Today, I want to ask for your help.
First, a little backstory.
As it turns out, I've earned more paid time off than I realized (reason No. 42,709 that I love my day job, but I digress) and I need to use it, like, last month. Seriously.
You'd think that's all good, right? I can get a jump on Christmas shopping and cookie baking and decking the halls and - hey, did I mention my son's 14th birthday is next weekend and he wants the latest version of Z-Box or Shoot-em-Up Station or whatever and it costs like $82K? This gives me plenty of time to come up with some extra cash. For instance, I could use the week to sell my plasma - they still buy that, right?
Yep, I will have lots to keep me busy away from work like spring-cleaning the house since that hasn't really happened since, um, I don't know, the Carter administration?
Away from work. Indeed, a chance to disconnect for a bit. You betcha. It'll be great away from work.
Except, and this is where I'm look for some useful suggestions from you kindly folk, I am really, really bad at disconnecting.
Like, horrible. Awful. Not good. The worst. This I only know because, well, everybody tells me so.
"Honestly, Patty, can you put that down for five minutes?" said my sis while my brother-in-law chimed in, "It's Sunday, girl. You need to put the work away."
My boss had a similar reaction when I was allegedly out of the office a while back and still responding to requests and working on two PowerPoint projects.
"Don't make me restrict your email access," he wrote.
Then came a casual observation from my buddy in the office, "PK, what up with the emails at 11:30 p.m. and the Tweets at 5 a.m.? Um, do you sleep at all?"
So silly. Of course I sleep! Sometimes. Occasionally. Usually between like, 10 p.m. and 11:10 p.m. and then again from roughly 2 a.m. to 4:47 a.m. or something like that.
Help me, people, I want to unplug and power down. Really, honest. I swear, it's just that
Sorry, what was that? I got an instant message and had to step away for a sec. Oh, right.
Look, I do understand the importance of down time. In fact, whenever Kyle or Kerry needs anything at all, I'm there for them - taking care of business - family business, that is. Because, to me, family and friends are more important than anything in the world even, gulp, work.
It's just that, I find that I'm a little overzealous at times when it comes to wanting to get everything done. For everyone. All the time.
Maybe I can just affix my tablet to the top of the ladder so I can simultaneously GO-TO-MEETING and WIPE-DOWN-WALLS. That'll work, right?
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist, who has problems relaxing. Might as well shoot her a message; she's online anyway at email@example.com.