So the week of shit ended well. The big fuck-off meeting was a success. And I got told personally what a good job I and the team had done, which did make me feel a bit better. Of course the team wasn't there in person given the trans-atlantic nature of the meeting.
Towards the end of the meeting I got an email from the leader of my team telling me how crappy they were feeling, how they couldn't go on like this, and it took a lot of the pleasure away. The email made me feel as if it's all my problem to fix, not a joint issue that we need to solve together. I know this is my neurosis (partially) - I always feel responsible for everything. As it happens, I did have a discussion with the client that means we can probably rescope the project and make everyone's life much better, so things are hopefully looking up. But I wish they'd let me have one day of feeling a bit better about my professional life without needing to remind me that life has been difficult recently.
So I'm on my way home tonight for a weekend of nookie. I think we may have missed ovulation. Since I thought we wouldn't be trying this month I haven't been religiously peeing on OPKs and taking temperatures and the signs point to either an ovulation that's a long way off (bad because I'll be gone for 4 days from Monday), or already happened (bad because it would mean my cycles are buggered, and because we'll have missed this month completely due to utter lack of nookie for the last 10 days). In the meantime I have to hang around because one of the fuckwits changed the ending time of the meeting to 2 hours earlier than planned and didn't tell me, and by the time I found out all the planes home were booked up.
Today is not a bad day, I think I'm just being very glass-half-empty. I'll buy myself some peanut butter MnMs at the airport and that will make me feel better. Won't it?