Ever feel like you just don't have any give-a-shit left? Yeah, me too. It's been one of those weeks. Work is boring, yet frustrating, Matthew and I have barely seen each other, and my family is stressing me out. I've been trying to chase down an affordable apartment (suddenly no easy feat, since people are selling their homes and moving to complexes in droves). Basically, I've been stressed and overwhelmed all week, which has made eating right and exercising less than an afterthought. Really, it's more of a no-thought.
Last night, I stayed home from knitting to spend time with Matthew, and the two of us sat next to each other totally zoned out all evening. He was playing Skyrim and I was looking at Better After. We sat that way for almost five hours. There were dirty dishes in the sink, wet clothes in the washer, and dirty laundry from the day strewn across the house. I hadn't exercised, I had grading to do, and there were about a million better ways to use my time. This morning, I woke up to all those dirty dishes, all that dirty laundry, all the undone grading, all the emotional stress, and felt like I needed a vacation.
I'm proud to say the house is back in order, and I'm about to head into the office to catch up on some grading and attend a three-hour editing meeting (so fun). I feel like I'm drudging through, but I just might make it.
Two months ago, I asked for vacation for spring break. Now that vacation starts in 28 days. I made a countdown calendar this morning, and crossed off the first day. In 28 days, I will be sitting at home, not worrying about work, possibly sanding my dresser to finish staining it, maybe painting an end table, and enjoying time away from daily stress.
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