I’m here- but barely. Today marks Week 2 of working mandatory 12 hour days/ 6 days a week. What I do isn’t terribly hard either physically or mentally, but I’m wiped out. Being glued to the computer from 7 am – 7 pm looking as long spreadsheet when you’re not used to it is much more taxing then you’d think.
Because I had to work all day Saturday, my parents offered to take the kids that morning for an overnight (Total. Godsend.) All was well until I got the call at 10:30 am yesterday saying that the Bean had a stomach bug. So I wrapped up what I was doing (grocery shopping), took the dog to the kennel and moved myself down to my parents house so I had help with the kids today while I continued to work (I honestly have no idea if I get sick days right now, I don’t think so).
So- to recap. 12 hour work days + 1 sick, cranky, pathetic kid = my head exploding. Also, I’m nominating my parents for sainthood.
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I wrote that post this morning and after a nice evening at my parents I was going to scrap it and write something sincere and full of gratitude for the great people in our lives. And I still may do that. But not tonight as I just took me 1.5 hours to get the Bean to bed. *sigh* I feel so badly for that little girl, but I really, really wish she’d stay in bed.
oh my goodness, you poor thing!!! i can’t imagine how tired you are, xoxo
Totally trite but…this too shall pass. So sorry that you had tummy bug on top of the bed transition. We don’t (and haven’t really) live(d) near family so I live in fear of stomach viruses and their ability to flatten. Hope you’re getting a break with Husband back home.