A long, long day

Worked 11 hours, drove home, fixed dinner, collapsed in the chair and it's already time for bed.  Barely home only 2 hours.  Sad.

Work today was stressful. As stressful as watching a two year old ride a tricycle around a swimming pool.  You know you should do something about it but it would be too late to stop it.  The slow, downward spiral.

I am convinced tomorrow will be infinitely better.  How can I be so sure, you ask?  Easy.  I simply won't stand for anything else.  Tomorrow MUST be great.  Tomorrow will be the epitome of the Annie song...Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow...you're only a day away!   Then the words change a bit...The weekend, the weekend, I love ya, the weekend....I can't think of a rhyme right now, but you get the idea.

This weekend needs to be filled with preparing the house for me to be down a week-10 days.  That means, laundry, cooking and food prep for the week, laundry, bathing the dog, laundry...I have a lot of laundry.  I have been practicing my avoidance behavior and now there are just no more excuses!  The laundry MUST and will be done.

Ack!

It is almost 8:30 pm and I am past ready for bed.  I am looking around wondering when I got so old 8:30 pm is considered a proper bedtime again.  My 4 year old grandson goes to bed at 8:30.  My mother goes to bed at 8:30.  

A shiver just ran up my back at the realization that I have actually, in many ways, become my mother.  Including behaving like a 72 year old woman with a bad heart and bad lungs (although I have had much worse lungs than she has for my whole life).

Oy!  My lumbago!

Later.....