I couldn’t even begin to describe the insanity of our weekend or why I’m so drained and can’t focus. I can say the world was a blur between Friday when I got off work and the beginning part of this week. Today I had to actually go into lock down mode after to work to get my bills sorted and paid before Mr. D kicked my butt across the living room. Not that his hands or very intelligent brain are broken, per se, but once you get their expectations up you hate to disappoint.
Monday and Tuesday have been spent scrambling to catch up. My body is also still in revolt over Mr. D’s switch to graveyards for the next few weeks. So I fidget through work, fly through the grocery store or Wal-mart or gas station before arriving home. Than there’s the laundry and dishes and sorting through trip stuff and mail, meanwhile trying to make sure Mr. D is awake and out the door for his shift. So at nearly an hour later than normal I try to squeeze in my nightly gym time (to get in some muscle pre-pregnancy). At the end of it all the sleep absolutely sucks because my ears are on over drive and my cat is on crack at night, between the meowing, thumping, sprinting and creaking there isn’t much hope beyond 5 hours or so.
The whole thing has been throwing me so far out of whack I don’t know if I’m coming or going. On top of it all I must confess to reaching a level of utter boredom with my job. It’s hard because I’ve been biding my time to see if I’m pregnant before I go job hopping. I figured a few weeks of maternity leave may be the right time to reconsider employment options or might settle down my antsy-ness. So wasting time for 9 hours a day isn’t helping anything. I’m just trying to remind myself to be grateful I’m employed and can pay bills during this recession time.
Enough of my whining, but now you know what I’ve been up to and how dreadfully sorry I am for falling behind on my blog stalking ... er reading ... and comment leaving and loving and sharing. Do forgive the inattention, it will be remedied shortly. It must be, you are my sanity.
xoxo
Darla
p.s. A coworker just told me I looked young. When I asked him for an exact age he said 34. Yeah, try just shy of 30. Way to make a girl feel good, after all he’s only 44!
