Can we say overtired?

The semester has finally come to and end, and I'm officially on Christmas break, but my mind is still trying to recover. Work has been an unending line of people returning items, exchanging items, and so on and so forth. Most days the service desk looks like a bomb exploded somewhere in the near vicinity. It's not pretty! We leave ourselves enough room to move around as best as possible and try not to think about how much fun it's going to be to sort all of those items at days' end.

Every day, I feel more and more tired, even when I get an adequate nights sleep...which is rare. Tonight though, I realized the depth of my exhaustion. There was an almost unheard of break in customers at the service desk, so I decided to start cleaning up. I found an item that I wasn't sure which department to sort it in to. Fortunately, our computer will tell me where it belongs if I perform and item inquiry and scan the item. So........I pushed the item inquiry button on the computer, so far so good, then I picked up the phone to scan the item. Which would work if the phone was designed to scan items, but since it's only designed to answer phone calls, was completely ineffective. I managed to realize that I was holding the wrong thing and did find my wand to scan the item, but not before making myself feel like an idiot. I definitely need some more sleep!

WHO did this?

I finished my last final for the semester this morning. It was the writing course, so the final was not too terribly awful, just write a paper. Of course, the topic was huge and it had to be persuasive and we only had two and a half hours......but all in all, I think it went well.

Makya has been begging for weeks to come and spend the night with me again. I promised her that as soon as I finished school she could come and visit. So, tonight is the night. She is so excited.

My bedroom has befallen the same fate it does every semester at the end. Nearly ever surface is covered with papers, books, notebooks, pencils and other school paraphernalia. And of course there's the clothes......work clothes over the chair to minimize wrinkling, other clothes hanging out of the overflowing laundry bag, or lying near it in cases where I missed and just haven't picked them up yet. In other words, it's a disaster. I had intended to get it cleaned up before I picked Makya up, but I didn't get a chance to finish. So, it was still a mess when she arrived.

And did I ever get the once over. We were bringing her things to put them in my room. Sharon (my house-mate) was standing there as we opened the door. I turned on the light, and like lightning those three year old hands went on her hips, "Ya-Ya, WHO did this???" The expression on her small face was priceless, a mixture of disbelief and disgust. It was hilarious! Sharon and I nearly fell over laughing. I couldn't even answer her for several minutes because I was laughing so hard. Finally, I told her, "Ya-Ya did." She looked at me disbelievingly and said, "You need to clean this up." Where has she heard that before?

Apparently she doesn't remember the ends of semesters before I moved out. And so, I've been reprimanded by a three year old..........and I'm going to work harder to keep my room clean in the future. ;)