Doesn't Sunday Feel Like it's the END of the Week?

I never think of Sunday as the beginning of the week. In fact, there is an online calendar site I use to print out calendars for work to-do lists and they have an option to start the week off with a Monday. I wish wall calendars were like that. How can I get it changed? Who do I petition?

It's been quite a weekend. Well, for an old chick like myself. I used to be able to party all week and still function like normal. Not anymore. I went out Friday night and even got home reasonably early. I think it was something like 130am when I got in and I closed my eyes for the night at 3am. I had to get up at 7am due to my husband having to work saturday (which, by the way, is totally fucked up. He's salary and works M-F. Adding in a Saturday without any sort of compensation, even comp time, is lame.) and due to that, I had very restless sleep. When I know I have to get up early or only after a few hours, I sleep like shit. - probably due to the anxiety of knowing I was going to be super tired. And, the time I did sleep was filled with crazy nightmares. Plus, I was summoned to wake up at 330a and 630a, which was really awesome.

What the hell is my point here? I guess I'm just complaining that going out on Friday night destroyed me on Saturday. Except due to my wonderful husband, I got to take a nap at 2pm when the girls went down for a nap. My catnap ended up being a full 4 hours too. We were supposed to have an in-home date night Saturday night too, but it didn't happen. He went into the backroom to watch sports (lame. except when it's a redsox game, which is perfectly acceptable) and I stayed out on the couch watching last week's American Idol, The Office and Grey's Anatomy. Oh - which the storyline of the dying 6 year old fucking reduced me to full on sobbing. Terrible.

Today I spent sleeping until 1030a (yeah, my husband rules) and left an hour later to go to my parent's house. I assumed my husband would be sitting in his own filth when I got home, taking the 6 hours I was gone as a very deserved break, instead found the house to be immaculate and him in the process of making dinner. What a guy.

Holy shit. Ellsbury just stole home. A suicide squeeze. Niiiiice. First steal at home for a red sox player in 10 years. Okay, sorry, that play was too awesome to not mention.

Now it's Sunday night and I just have to make it through one more day until my surgery day. This pain is getting too much to deal with on a daily basis. It's definitely getting worse and before too long, I'd ~need~ to get it surgically dealt with. So I'm glad I'm opting to do this now instead of waiting until it's immediately necessary.

I'm not looking forward to derby practice tomorrow night due to this side pain. Ugh. It's going to suck. But we only have so many allowed absences and I obviously won't be able to skate the day after surgery. Hoping I even get to skate the next week. I'm going to definitely try, but who knows at this point. It's only going to be a lap, but I don't know if having my ovary and tube ~removed~ will hamper my recovery time.

I have turned into the world's most boring blogger. I'll get schnarky and opinionated this week to rile things up around here - I've noticed my numbers are going down. Bummer.