Bone Tired
It's been one hell of a weekend. Early to rise for the garage sale Saturday. Jetting off to San Mateo for time with family before the baby shower on Sunday. Painful sleep on a feeble hide-a-bed mattress. A cat meowing at the (2nd story) window at 1:00am. Beer and sunshine and a bit of a sunburn. Too much cleavage. More driving. Never enough time. Randomly crying when I see fog on Highway 17 (I will miss that drive). Fatigue to the marrow of my bones. Hauling baby presents home until Uhaul time. Feeling the baby kick in my sister's belly. Living out of boxes and no energy to unpack my overnight bag. Forgetting my license under the bed back in San Mateo. Dishes dirty in the sink. Leftovers. Mentally preparing for training the new hire tomorrow. Sore back and weary mind.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
6 comments:
Surely too much cleavage is not considerd a bad thing?
Otherwise ... it sounds like a good weekend, no matter how tiring it was. It was full of stuff!
Hang in there, kid, you can do this. Remember the song from Peggy Lee - Sweet Happy Life
My wish for you, sweet happy life
May all the days of the year that you live be laughing days
With all my heart, sweet hapy life
And may the night times that follow the day be dancing nights...
Get some rest little buckaroo.
A full weekend but nonetheless, worth it.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. :-)
The moving process is extremely exhausting. Especially when it takes place over months! I feel for you....
Actually, I've copyrighted use of the word Bone in all blog entry titles :)
You sound exhausted. Hope you found some good sleep.
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