Warning, first world problem ahead.
I have had a helluva time lately. Work has gone long for weeks in a row and has played hell with my schedule. For any one else, this may not be a horror show, but for me this is getting progressively harder to deal with. I am a creature of habit and strict schedules. I watch certain movies on certain days and if I cannot do something at the time I have set for it, then I cannot do it at all until the next “assigned” moment.
This means that it has been weeks with no actual dinners, no workouts, nothing that generally is scheduled between 6:30 and 9. I barely have time for a glass of wine and a quick cuddle with the family.
Like I said, first world issue. I love my job, and am happy to be doing the work. I am happy to HAVE a job; I’ve been on the Dole. Blows terribly. I have a lovely and healthy family and am lucky they still enjoy me being around.
I just feel stretched thin, and unsettled that I cannot do my little routines. I will get over it, and I know that next month work will slow to a snail’s pace. I will sit tight and see what develops.
Nothing else to do, really.