This past weekend, I worked. 24 hours. I slept about 14. I commuted 4. The time I had to do what I wanted was maybe 2 hours total. Then on Monday, I worked another 8 hours. When I came home, I took a 3-hour nap, and I never nap. Then I woke up, ate, read a little, and went back to sleep. My husband misses me.
But today is a new day! I am SO well-rested, and despite the fact that I truly did injure my ankle doing NOTHING (maybe I stepped wrong?), I have so far been able to clean the whole house, do some laundry, and watch last night’s episode of DWTS. Next up is the dog park with a friend, and dinner with my in-laws’ tonight.
I’m never scheduling myself that kind of weekend again.
From Ashley:
That is very intense. I always hate to spend my free time sleeping once I finally have some, but that always happens after I’ve gone too long being busy.
From Christine:
I feel your pain, except only with school. I hope things aren’t so hectic in the future! (I can always falsely hope that for myself as well.)