And now we return to our regularly scheduled life....

This last Tuesday the big project day came and went – well, in fact. I went home early and felt like I had been hit by a truck. It took a couple more days to remember how to relax. This weekend was the first where I didn’t spend part of it at work, lost slept over work or have something looming Monday. It seemed like everything was work: pick up breakfast from McD’s to have at my desk and lunch/dinner was whatever they brought in. On the weekend N and I went out because we had no staples. Laundry I did only when absolutely necessary and dry cleaning was my friend. Our house would have been lost had it not been for my maid.

So this weekend I faced all the chores that I have been ignoring for the last month. I had to go food shopping, load the dishwasher (since I was now home dirtying dishes) and deal with messed up services. Oh dear god - the Horror…the Horror! I forgot how much work a home is. Dirty dishes are well, dirty; Trash smells like a bio-weapons experiment; the help desk isn’t; and grocery shopping takes forever and planning. Halfway through waiting for my deli meat I realized that working under the gun as I did was in some ways easier. To be able to focus your mind on something and have all other concerns taken care of or mitigated. You just have to not burn out – kinda like college.

But I would burn out or I would become selfish and a “woo girl” to be able to handle that crap non-stop. Since I like my relationships with my friends and my husband I’ll happily deal with the drudgeries/responsibilities of home-life. It also allows me extra processing cycles to write blog posts again. Now then, I think there is a multi-colored mold colony I need to introduce to the trash…