Today has been a doozy. Not a bad day, but a long day. Here it is 9:40 p.m., and I'm seriously entertaining the idea of sleep. Not "watch TV and fall asleep on the sofa" sleep, but "put thyself to bed" sleep.
I went to bed last night at 2 a.m. I have been up since 5 a.m., when I got myself awake enough to drive John to the airport (he's gone to Houston to visit his father), and when I returned home at 6 a.m., I had to stay awake to get the boys dressed, fed, and on the bus. Granted I slept on the sofa from 7:30 a.m. until, oh, about 11 a.m. but I didn't feel rested at all during the day.
I did have a good meeting with Maria, my displaced worker counselor. She gave me encouragement that has manifested itself so that I now feel optimism. I may not have a job in-hand before John's severance expires but I do feel more on the way. A debt of gratitude to Maria for a good note on which to end the day!
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