I have been anxiously awaiting my bedtime from the moment I opened my eyes this morning. It’s not the depressed-I-can’t-deal-with-anything-in-my-life thing that was me a year ago, but rather an I-just can’t-deal-with-this-day thing. This is my eleventh of twelve days between the stints of time that the kids spend with Matt. And I am burned out.
This week has involved two meetings with lawyers, mountians of paperwork and far too many pondering on why and how the hell I am where I am. Enough. It’s 8:52, and in my book that is a perfectly acceptable time to clock out for the day.
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Hope you were able to sleep and are still sleeping (2:30 a.m. CA time)
Sorry for the blue day. Here’s hoping tomorrow (today?) is better.
Great post about Devon and the drums– it made me laugh and pray (if I did such things) for your sanity. Also, here’s something I keep in mind when I already want to go to bed at 5 in the afternoon: back in the “olden days” people went to bed when the sun went down. So the next time this happens, make like you have nothing but oil lamps and go to bed. No need to waste precious oil. Then in the morning, stop being a pioneer and sleep until well after the sun comes up. Just a little problem-solving from one who’s been there…