Day of rest

I came home today, plopped on the floor in front of Brandon and cried a little.

There is such thing as doing too much even when you made up an excuse in your head to dive in head first and do everything in your power to keep busy and therefore keep your mind off of other things.

There is just so much work right now. I usually enjoy the challenge but with my state of mind and time ticking down to the trip, I am just overwhelmed. I don’t feel like I had enough time in a day to do them. And I would totally stay late and do everything if I was permitted. Damn 40-hour week limit and on that note damn the bus for only running 3 times a day! I even brought home something I can do.

And I’m going to leave even more work behind while I’m gone. I am not particularly thrilled about all of that. I mean, I know I have to go home, but there is just a lot of stuff to hand over to someone else, just a week before our big event. I hate that.

There is just so much to get accomplished before my trip. I even canceled out of the monthly girls’ night out to get things done. Like doing laundry. Like going to Target. Like doing the pile of dishes sitting in the sink.

The bus was stuck in traffic and ran almost half an hour late, putting me further behind in the schedule I had set up in my head.

By the time I got home after picking up dinner, when I saw Brandon, everything seemed to just come crashing down.

I had it.

Screw it with the gladiator armor I’ve been donning and all the yawping and charging into battle that is life the past week or so.

Brandon told me not to worry, to just have dinner and a glass of wine and chill. It’s okay to have a day of rest.

And I listened to him.

So we sat on the couch, watching Tivo’ed Mythbusters and Gordon Ramsey’s Kitchen Diasters–which is fan-fucking-tastic, by the way.

Somewhere in there, Brandon handed me my plush Snoopy to hug.

I didn’t want let him go when I got up just now.

And I’m going back to him.

And I’m going to bed. And put a little bit of polish on the gladiator helmet.

Tomorrow is another day.

1 Comment

  1. Tiffany   •  

    Oaks, I am so sorry! Just know that going home IS the most important thing that you should be concerned about. Work will be there when you get back waiting for you believe me! But time does not stand still with your family! I am thinking and praying for you!

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