I just got home from a quick trip to Rochester. It was a good trip…I crammed 4 days of work into 2, but it was good. I don’t have a lot of time to think about what I accomplish, much less be proud of myself for what I do on a day to day basis. When I stop to actually give it a second thought, it’s pretty insane.
I’m exhausted though. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. I had a chiropractic appointment tonight and I really like this guy. He is very holistic and does a really gentle adjustment; very unlike traditional chiropractors that I’ve had in the past. This was my second appointment with him and I feel like I walked out of a hazy room and into life. It’s crazy. I’m hoping that things will continue to improve though. I have to take some time to care for myself, but it just isn’t easy when I’m doubling up on work so I can double up on home stuff. It just doesn’t add up to equal “rest.”
I’m taking off Monday to potty train Jayne. I’m not complaining, but it’s like it’s just expected. I’m actually also not working on Friday as well. There just is never a question as to who is going to handle this type of stuff. I’m not saying I would change it, but it would be nice to be acknowledged.
Okay. I’m done. I too tired to be pissed and too happy to really be sad.