I thought that things would slow down at work, but they really haven’t. I find I have less and less energy as the days of ceaseless labor go by. But I do work an unabashedly brutal schedule. Getting up that early every day seems to take a mental toll. Over time.
I wish I had pep. I have no pep. Where can I did the pep?
Amanda and I are doing really good. We have been helping each other out with our home responsibilities and playing a lot of Minecraft. We have Tristan this week.
I’m going to see Margaret on Thursday.
I had this dream the other night that Amanda got crushed by a shelf and died, it was horrifying and sad. It felt so convincingly that I had lost her. I hate vivid dreams like that. I woke up and I thought I was going to cry.
I need to demonstrate some consistency. I have missed time to illness and now I need to just go and pound out some hours in the office. It’s been hard for me to stay, but I am going to make a concerted effort.
My parents are coming back in a week and a half. Things will be neat when they return. I haven’t seen them in months. I’ve let my hair go grow pretty much the whole time they’ve been gone. I lost a lot of weight, but I recently gained some of it back. Food is delicious. Enough said.
Have a nice day.
I think we are all riding the mental exhaustion train. And I’m sure Tristan is keeping you guys busy :)
He is. He’s been especially not interested in listening lately. It’s a growing trend that I’m not fond of. But he’s a little ADHD so that doesn’t surprise me.
And the weather change doesn’t help. Hell MY kids aren’t interesting in listening lately.
I swear if whomever doesn’t put their dog inside so it stops barking I’m gonna bang on their door and do it myself!
I hare people who keep a pet but hardly interact with it so it’s basically a moron. Then all it knows how to do is bark at everything that goes by. Day and night. I know some people who’s kids are like that too.
Great analogy! I know exactly what you mean.