You get home for the first time since 8am (not counting the 40 minutes you dropped by to grab a shower before running out again) to find the coffee you made that morning--that coffee that made you late b/c you stuck around to make it--sitting on the living room table where you left it.
Oi.
There's something intensely tiring yet satisfying about getting this much done in one day. The discouraging part is having to wake up and do it again the next day and the next . . . for four straight days. And having to stick in the homework and reports and preparation for each day in there somewhere. My goal each weekend is to have all the prep work done by Monday morning. I'm still working on making that one. . .
But now I feel as though I'm walking the line between informing and whining. . . or at least sounding that way (I'm actually doing quite well at this point. It's only Monday :)), so I'm going to stop here.
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I did the same thing with my hot chocolate this morning. I am sitting on the couch and looking at it now, thinking it might still taste good, but knowing that would be gross.
I also understand about the time issue and the balance between whining and informing. I punched in my time for the last 7 days and I have worked 54.54 hours, yikes! No wonder I am tired.
Ok... sleep time (well back to sleep since I just woke up from my nap on the couch).
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