My house is a disaster. I have a mile high stack of work that I should be doing. But here I sit - at the computer reading and catching up. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired.
I've been leaving early for work and getting home late for weeks. Yesterday (or was it the day before???) I was stressed out and frantic before I even got to work. I am miserable and well on my way to making everyone else around me miserable too.
I guess it is a combination of no sleep (Eli continues to wake up at least 2 times a night to eat...), doing the job of 2 people by myself (my partner is out on maternity leave now) and it being the "crazy" time of year before the new line is released. I love my job - but it some days it is pure hell.
And could it be that I'm just getting OLD??
In less than a month I will be the dreaded "39". Honestly - I don't feel that old at all. It feels like yesterday that I celebrated my 30th birthday. But now I look in the mirror and I see the littel wrinkles on my forhead and I wake up somedays and it takes a little while to get going.
I guess I just want this week and next week and the week after that to be over so maybe, just maybe I can sit back and take a minute to breathe.