So.
Between Friday, January 6th and Wednesday, January 11th, I worked 90 hours.
That's 90 hours in six days.
That's 90 hours in six days after roughly a month of already significantly extended hours.
Was let off early Thursday, and was so overtired and full of adrenaline at that point that, although I came home and crawled into bed in a daze, I tried to but could not actually sleep. Got up around dinnertime, saw the girls for more than 5 minutes for the first time in days, and went to bed at the usual time.
Slept for the better part of Friday, then went to grab the girls from daycare in late afternoon and noticed that I was starting to feel weird.
Cue stomach flu.
Was totally out of commission Friday night and all day Saturday. Woke up today, Sunday, feeling slightly better but really drained, only to discover that my poor lil' Siena had thrown up all over herself in her crib. Jack, too, now has it. Arianna is so far holding strong, but I'll be shocked if she's not down for the count by tomorrow afternoon. It's only literally just now that I've mustered enough energy/bravado to face the cold long enough to go out to the car to get the powercord for my laptop. Now, if that's not pathetic...
Luckily, I have off until this coming Thursday -- but dealing with stomach flu was really emphatically NOT how I had planned to spend my comp time. I had been so looking forward to long, lazy days with my girls doing simple fun stuff and just being together. Ah, well.
One thing that's already funny in hindsight: at one point during the 90-hour marathon, I went into the bathroom at work because I had to pee. And so, to start the process, I walked over to the mirror instead of into the stall, and instead of taking off my pants, I started to take off my shirt. I was down to the last button before I even realized what I was doing, and then I just stood there, really confused, for a long time. I almost forgot to actually go into a stall and pee after I'd buttoned my shirt back up.
High-functioning under stress, baby. Yeah, that's me.
That's 90 hours in six days.
That's 90 hours in six days after roughly a month of already significantly extended hours.
Was let off early Thursday, and was so overtired and full of adrenaline at that point that, although I came home and crawled into bed in a daze, I tried to but could not actually sleep. Got up around dinnertime, saw the girls for more than 5 minutes for the first time in days, and went to bed at the usual time.
Slept for the better part of Friday, then went to grab the girls from daycare in late afternoon and noticed that I was starting to feel weird.
Cue stomach flu.
Was totally out of commission Friday night and all day Saturday. Woke up today, Sunday, feeling slightly better but really drained, only to discover that my poor lil' Siena had thrown up all over herself in her crib. Jack, too, now has it. Arianna is so far holding strong, but I'll be shocked if she's not down for the count by tomorrow afternoon. It's only literally just now that I've mustered enough energy/bravado to face the cold long enough to go out to the car to get the powercord for my laptop. Now, if that's not pathetic...
Luckily, I have off until this coming Thursday -- but dealing with stomach flu was really emphatically NOT how I had planned to spend my comp time. I had been so looking forward to long, lazy days with my girls doing simple fun stuff and just being together. Ah, well.
One thing that's already funny in hindsight: at one point during the 90-hour marathon, I went into the bathroom at work because I had to pee. And so, to start the process, I walked over to the mirror instead of into the stall, and instead of taking off my pants, I started to take off my shirt. I was down to the last button before I even realized what I was doing, and then I just stood there, really confused, for a long time. I almost forgot to actually go into a stall and pee after I'd buttoned my shirt back up.
High-functioning under stress, baby. Yeah, that's me.