This has been one of those months where it's hard to muster the energy to do
much beyond work my 40 hours and help take care of the kid. Maybe it's the time
change, but after being at work for eight hours, then going through feeding,
bathing, and the toddler bedtime routine, all I want to do is go to bed
myself.
Todd and I were talking the other day, and we determined that we
haven't had a vacation since before Micah was born. That's over two years ago
now. You add in increasingly stressful jobs, a toddler, and what all else we've
gone through in the last year, and I guess I can stop wondering why we're
totally burned out.
At the moment, I'm looking forward to the holidays
the same way a floating shipwreck victim looks forward to a life raft. It's not
a rescue, but at least it keeps you from drowning.
And in January, I'm
planning on finally going part time. Part time. I say those words, and I
swear I hear angels singing.
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