Thank God it's Friday.
It's been one of those weeks.
Every night I'd fall into bed just flat-out emotionally exhausted, wishing that the next day would be Friday. Now it's really here and boy am I ready for a 3 day weekend. It's not like I have any big plans, like last weekend. At least one day will be dedicated to getting this house in order. The disorder does nothing but add to my other minor stresses....the kid, my staff, life in general. Getting the house at least somewhat squared away will help.
I really need a vacation. A real vacation. But, since I've only been back to work for about 4 weeks after 8 weeks off with the surgery, I am so reluctant to even mention the word vacation. That recuperation time was no picnic, and there is still the perception that anytime away from work is a non-stop, fun-filled holiday. Wrong.
Well..I'd better go put on my happy face. This morning I will go fight the crowd at the local DMV to get my car tags and then head into work for a short day.
Praying and thinking of Pam!
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I so understand what you mean about recovery time NOT being a vacation. When I moved to WA I wanted to take the whole month of December 03 off just to get my head together. I shouldn't have gone on that interview one week after I got here darn it...been there ever since and have not had a real vacation yet.
ReplyDeleteIf you manage to get one in please put some in a little bottle for me to sip.
I probably shouldn't mention this, but I hold my breath and think of you every time I hear of a problem in Iraq that involves a helicopter. I would think that would be ONE of the reasons you could really use a vacation... (((Hugs))) Lisa :-]
ReplyDeletei just wanted to stop by and thank you for your encouragement and prayers :)
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