*now she ded from tired*
...dude. Working is hard.
I mean, cleaning house and doing college and taking care of two screamy fighty messy kids was also hard, but for serious, this working thing is a whole different kind of hard. It's brain-killing. I had a 14 hour shift today and did so much thinking and talking and writing of facts and figures and staying on my feet that now I actually lack the mental coherence to read a story. I'm doing good to type, and even that is sluggish. Also, still have the screamy fighty kids, except they get up so early and play so hard all day with the sitter that they're always tired and cranky. Hubby is in the field. Won't see him for another week or so. Must repaint before we move, on the 23rd. Must pack. Must take kidlet to first day of school Monday. Must check with old childcare provider to see if she is out of the hospital and can take over from emergency backup childcare provider. Must sell more than one car. (But I did at least get one, or technically, two halves, which is more complicated than I can currently explain.)
Must also sleep and recover from brain-dedness. Tomorrow is my day off. I'm doing a little internal cheer for that, since an external cheer would require too much energy.
*slumps off toward bed*
Send head pats and caffiene, pretty please.
I mean, cleaning house and doing college and taking care of two screamy fighty messy kids was also hard, but for serious, this working thing is a whole different kind of hard. It's brain-killing. I had a 14 hour shift today and did so much thinking and talking and writing of facts and figures and staying on my feet that now I actually lack the mental coherence to read a story. I'm doing good to type, and even that is sluggish. Also, still have the screamy fighty kids, except they get up so early and play so hard all day with the sitter that they're always tired and cranky. Hubby is in the field. Won't see him for another week or so. Must repaint before we move, on the 23rd. Must pack. Must take kidlet to first day of school Monday. Must check with old childcare provider to see if she is out of the hospital and can take over from emergency backup childcare provider. Must sell more than one car. (But I did at least get one, or technically, two halves, which is more complicated than I can currently explain.)
Must also sleep and recover from brain-dedness. Tomorrow is my day off. I'm doing a little internal cheer for that, since an external cheer would require too much energy.
*slumps off toward bed*
Send head pats and caffiene, pretty please.