Working together

I’m helping DD with a project at the moment and we attended two Zoom meetings together yesterday.

I found it so difficult to concentrate. I kept staring at him like a five year old stares at chocolate cake … or whatever Veruca Salt was gazing at while licking that lollipop.

He looked delicious. It was very distracting.

The first meeting was impromptu – he called and asked if I could join a Zoom that was already in progress. I was horrified because I was still in my gym gear and unshowered at 11am.

I frantically slapped on some war paint, threw a leopard-print jacket over my gym singlet and turned the camera on.

“Hello CEOs!”

When the second meeting was over I texted him to say how hard it was to be professional when my boyfriend is so hawt.

It’s actually pretty cool that I feel that way about him after seven years. I’m not knocking it. But it’s probably one of the (many) reasons that businesses would prefer that co-workers didn’t date. Too distracting!

The reason I was still unshowered at 11am is that life is pretty hectic at the moment and I’ve thrown trying to get fit into the mix.

I drop the youngest to the bus stop, then head to Pump classes on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, then race back through the door at 9.30am to update various websites, pitch ideas, write articles and create social media tiles. Yesterday also saw me make two post office runs to submit the youngest’s passport application (the first run had to be aborted after I entered the post office and realised she needed to sign the papers).

Juggling all the unpaid work with the paid stuff is also causing quite the traffic jam. I’m currently sitting at the computer most nights until bedtime, so showering gets added to the to-do list.

Other things that need to be ticked off the to-do list are booking a service for the car and getting travel insurance (spoilers).

I also keep looking nervously at Bilbo, who has been taunting me for days with an occasional limp. The last time one of my dogs had a limp it cost me $500 in X-rays for what turned out to be an insect bite.

There are so many things I’d rather spend $500 on than dog X-rays.

I’ve examined the shoulder/leg/foot extensively, and he doesn’t even flinch as I squeeze everything. But then, at various points in the day, he holds his foot up in the air and lurches around like a drunken sailor.

What would you do?

Song of the day:Promises “Baby its you”