I had a mini pity party by myself as I went to sleep last night. Ok, not so mini. :-( It is now the end of Thursday and I have worked 53 hours already for the week. I only get to see my husband at night and since he broke his arm, the sofa is better for him to sleep well on because it is firmer and the back of it supports his arm and shoulder. So I don't even get to see him in my sleep.
Yesterday morning I texted my mom that I was pretty sure there is such thing as adrenaline angels (kinda like guardian angels) and that I thought I had some on my team. I was totally rockin' and rollin', had energy, was determined, was knocking out the returns... Then I guess I hit a wall. Four days before the deadline. Oof. I blame the fact that we started overtime a couple weeks earlier this year. So I pouted my way to sleep, pouted my way to work this morning at 6:00 am, and pouted till mid-morning. Then the rock and roll came back, even though my eyes didn't want to stay open. I think the adrenaline angels came back from their coffee break (hey, I'm the one that needs the coffee) and I got a lot done. Nice clients and helpful stock brokers sure make my job easier. By hour 13 today, it kinda felt like my head was detached and was just sort of floating above my body. I was really thirsty. I have decided I don't drink enough water when I am rockin' and rollin'. But I did intake a vanilla latte, a green tea, a regular tea and a frappucino today. Does that count for hydration?
In conclusion, I have no conclusion. Other than I am very much looking forward to my day off on Tuesday. It can't come soon enough. First of all, I will sleep in. Then I will clean my house, do laundry, relaaaaax, actually see the sunshine... It'll be great. Come oooon Tuesday.
On that note, I'm going to sleep.
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