"Seems like there's just not enough hours in the day anymore." I remember hearing this phrase used before yet it didn't really start to have meaning in my life until recently.
I am worried for my computer chair. The imprint of my backside surely can't be good for its daily wear and tear. I just looked up at the clock on the computer screen and about fell over. It's already 11:28! How does this keep happening to me? I cannot get to bed before midnight though my body needs it so desperately.
I think the most exhausting thing about the work-home balance is the knowledge that tomorrow's schedule looks just the same. Quite possibly even a little worse for what good am I really on 5 hours of sleep? (enter crying baby. wait it stopped) At least I wasn't in a deep, restful sleep being awakened by this 9-month old love of my life. He's teething bless his little heart. He can be forgiven. I have slightly less tolerance for the 4-year old who a little too cheerfully crawls into my bed around 6:00 am every morning just to ask the same question. "Is Daddy at work?" And in my head it's always the same answer, "How can it be 6:00 already? I just went to bed a minute ago!" But the actual answer that comes off my lips is "Yep. Daddy's at work. Wanna lay beside me in bed and see if we can sleep until 7:00?!" I try to make it seem like a fun challenge. He doesn't take me up on the challenge very often.
(Since when did 7:00 am mean sleeping in?)....For me, I can count back 7 years.
I have thoughtfully planned out my day tomorrow. This done, I can now turn to the comfort of my bed and hopefully fall into blissful sleep without concerning myself over the details of my Tuesday itinerary. Just to do it all over again.
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