Sighs
Last night, for the first time in forever, I actually laid down and fell asleep. Then, I woke up in the middle of the night and actually went back to sleep. This morning my alarm woke me and although I was very tired, more tired than I usually feel when my alarm goes off, I figured that I have a lot of sleep to get caught up on after weeks of insomnia, so that seems reasonable. It wasn’t until I was up and checking my email (a gentle way to ease myself into my day, particularly when I feel extra tired) that I realized that I had managed to thwart myself again and had accidentally set my alarm for an hour earlier than usual.
Sigh.
But at least I had time to get a few extra things done this morning, like my school paper that I had intended to finish last night but hadn’t on account of small children and the many, many, many ways they can be distracting, and the dishes that I’m trying to keep up with every day. The other day as I was washing the dishes I thought absently to myself that someone really should invent a machine that washes dishes, I would so love to have one of those, until I remembered that, oh yeah, someone has invented one, I’m just not lucky enough to have one.
Sigh.
Sometimes I feel that dishes are the bane of my existence, that if I just didn’t have to do dishes, my quality of life would be so greatly improved. Except I know that’s not really true. If I had a dishwasher the bane of my existence would merely shift to something else, most likely my dirty, dirty floors. I’m pretty sure that if I picked up all the cereal underneath my kitchen table that I’d have an entire box. And I could probably scrape up and reconstitute enough dried, spilled milk to sufficiently serve with the cereal.
Sigh.
I mentioned that things have been somewhat dramatic at work and unfortunately the drama recently turned from not-necessarily-bad to what-the-fuck!? with people quitting and threatening to quit and emotions running fairly high and me holding out my hands and imploring, “Can’t we all just get along?!?” Luckily it all has nothing to do with me, I just find myself in the mediating middle in some cases and on the uninvolved-but-still-affected periphery in others. Today I am alone in my little cube pod, my other three cube-mates having either already quit, being on the verge of quitting, or just out sick. It’s not making me feel much like working, I’ll tell you that much.
Sigh.