Friday morning I woke up before the sun rose, optimistic that I only had a few final touches on the report. I planned on working until Robby went to school and then travel to the office so that we could ceremoniously hit the "send" button. Feeling bad that I was not attentive to Robby during the week, I even toyed with the notion of pulling him out of school 30 minutes early to surprise him with a trip to the Animal Park. Sipping the first cup of coffee, I was confident that I was destined for a happy and much needed stress-free day.
should have kept my optimism in check because apparently I succeeded in
jinxing myself. My "finishing touches" ended up taking far longer than I
anticipated. After waking early and frantically working almost 9 hours,
the final file was ready to send. At least, that's what I thought.
my boss sitting in the next room, we decided do a test email to make
sure the files send and opened correctly. I'm glad that we took this
precaution. After some troubleshooting I realized that the file was now
too big. The limit was 5 MB, and mine was 6 MB. D'oh!
up the computer and went home to tackle what felt like Mission
Impossible. I needed to shrink my file, without compromising content so
that it could be successfully sent. First my hips and now my file- why
am I always struggling to shrink things?
Big props go to my
husband who happened to phone during my meltdown on the drive back to
our house. He listened to the issue and did some research for me. By the
time I finally arrived home, he had several potential solutions. By
remaining calm and talking me through the directions, I have no doubt he
saved me hours of pulling out my hair and banging me head on the
After another extraordinarily long day, the file was
successfully transmitted at 2:40 on Friday afternoon. Sitting in my
living room, my eyes were glued to the spinning circle as my email was
being sent. When the confirmation finally appeared on the screen, I
dissolved into a puddle of tears. Relieved that the report, which at
times felt overwhelmingly daunting, was complete felt liberating.
is now out of my hands. I can't predict the results, but I do know that
I submitted my best effort. I left nothing out, and I did not cut any
corners. While I know I'll be disappointed if we are not awarded the
contract, I know that the decision is not reflective of the work I
I feel a wonderful sense of satisfaction having the
report behind me. I'll soon be ready to tackle another project, but I'm
looking forward to just being a Mom for awhile. I need time to enjoy my
family and recover.