it's been 3 weeks and a few days since I am back at work...working full-time SUCKS! (except for the pay)
my nerves are shot, sleep won't come, and it's too late for the sleep aid. I'm getting the hang of this new pace, most days. At work I have the same route, still learning ways of shortening my work day...but my accumulated sleep deficit is catching up to me emotionally. Add this damn heat wave, I want to explode like a rain storm after a hot and humid few days, I want to be the storm. I have too many frustrations, and worries, and a teenage daughter who is acting up. I need to thunder and lightning, I need to rain down on all this, and in the morning, I'll be the fresh crisp air.
In 9 days I'll have respite...for 14 glorious days of freedom, from the alarm clock....
Yeah ... I just know this dreadful feeling. I call it shagged from both ends.
ReplyDeleteJust 9 more days, and you will soon hear the birds sing!
16 days, but who's counting?
ReplyDeleteI'm singing already.
Emerald, I hope the rain does come and wash away your anguish. And well, as Legacy says, time's in the mind!
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