Tonight I feel a tremendous sense of relief, a huge weight off if you will. I finished phase 1 of a huge project at work that I’ve been working an insane amount of hours on for what I think is about 12 weeks now. Parts of my weekends, nights…
I can finally breathe again and do something else.
At 4pm I called my husband, told him I was coming home and we were all going out for dinner. I wanted some family time. We went to the tavern, Luca played in the kids room (and won a ton of lollipops), we had some dinner and went home. I was so tired I wasn’t very talkative, not the greatest dinner date, but it was so good to spend time with my boys.
I had plans of being in bed tonight by 8pm. The last two nights I’ve worked until 12am and 1.30am respectively, and back up again around 5.30. Tired was an understatement. Luca seems to have caught a cold again too and was waking a bit coughing, so when I was sleeping it wasn’t very great. Not to mention I had been eating sugar (survival “stay awake” mode) so I was waking up feeling hung over.