When I Need Another Day
This weekend was no fun. And no fun mixed with long hours in the car to be with family for a fracture of a second in strenuous circumstances is mixed with young infants who don't like car seats? You'd almost much rather stick sharp objects in soft mushy body parts. Because in a way, that is easier to deal with than shrill crying for hours in enclosed vehicles. Especially when you are by yourself and don't have a partner to share in the torture.
But anyway, the weekend was what it was expected to be. And now we are home. Today was an extra recovery day from the travel and I have never needed anything else more in my life. I still feel like I've been dragged behind a vehicle for a few miles and my day of rest is almost over. All of this and I still feel obligated enough to the day job to be checking my email now so that I don't waste a precious moment tomorrow (the real reason is I have no idea when my first conference call is, and figure if it's after 9am, I'm not logging in until after 9am. A more appropriate start time than say 7am, when I am often found responding to emails).
My point is, I'd give my left arm for another day like today. As tired as I am, I got to spend uninterrupted time with my kids and husband. I thought about work for a millisecond--and it was all about how I hate that I have to work again tomorrow. Then I was off to a late breakfast. Toyed around with my Mother's Day gift that came late, but I really don't care because it is so much fun to mess with (iTouch) and then spent the afternoon napping with my cranky daughter. Yep, she was fussy and it bothered me as much as buzzing fly in a room. Which is next to nothing. Mostly because I didn't have to worry that she'd be fussing during a call, or for the next hour when I needed to get a project done. It was glorious. Quite frankly, the only thing that would have made it better is if I'd have had one more long nap from the baby and I could have jumped online to do a little blog surfing or writing. Or maybe reading. But, I'm not complaining. The day was perfect enough.
But anyway, the weekend was what it was expected to be. And now we are home. Today was an extra recovery day from the travel and I have never needed anything else more in my life. I still feel like I've been dragged behind a vehicle for a few miles and my day of rest is almost over. All of this and I still feel obligated enough to the day job to be checking my email now so that I don't waste a precious moment tomorrow (the real reason is I have no idea when my first conference call is, and figure if it's after 9am, I'm not logging in until after 9am. A more appropriate start time than say 7am, when I am often found responding to emails).
My point is, I'd give my left arm for another day like today. As tired as I am, I got to spend uninterrupted time with my kids and husband. I thought about work for a millisecond--and it was all about how I hate that I have to work again tomorrow. Then I was off to a late breakfast. Toyed around with my Mother's Day gift that came late, but I really don't care because it is so much fun to mess with (iTouch) and then spent the afternoon napping with my cranky daughter. Yep, she was fussy and it bothered me as much as buzzing fly in a room. Which is next to nothing. Mostly because I didn't have to worry that she'd be fussing during a call, or for the next hour when I needed to get a project done. It was glorious. Quite frankly, the only thing that would have made it better is if I'd have had one more long nap from the baby and I could have jumped online to do a little blog surfing or writing. Or maybe reading. But, I'm not complaining. The day was perfect enough.
