The mind is willing …
There are so many things I want to get accomplished today. I even wrote a list … several days ago. I was excited about all the things I would get done this weekend.
But I am completely lacking in physical energy. I logically want to work, but emotionally and physically I want to turn on the tv.
Come on, Jon, you can do it.
Yay for me
I love it when I get to work and then discover the bleach stains on my shirt.
Yay for me.
And I love it when I can’t get to sleep at night even when I have to be up before six the next day.
Yay again.
Now about that nap….
I know what I want to do tonight:
As little as I can get away with.
Not enough caffeine in the world
I feel utterly exhausted today. I didn’t sleep well last night - C has been really fussy in her sleep for the last few weeks - and I did just enough heavy lifting over the weekend for my muscles to feel a little tired, too.
It’s a good thing I got a lot done this weekend, because I’m moving slooow today.
I need a do over
I’m having one of those days. I was still trying to shake my morning’s frustrations when everything else started falling apart, too. I’m too tired to get into specifics, all I can say is thank goodness C is napping at the moment.
And wouldn’t you know it? Right when I wrote that, she woke up.
Tired of wasting time
Over the last week, I’ve spent countless unnecessary hours working on one client. Part of the problem is that I’m not as experienced on this kind of return as I am in others, but most of the time lost is due to interpreting what the client’s previous accountant did. And now that it’s thirty minutes till closing time, I’m tired of it. I was hoping to be finished with this return a few days ago, but I’m still rehashing the same kind of problems I thought I finished with last week.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get this turned in.
Not nearly enough
I got home last night around 6. C was already getting kind close to bed time and was a little bit cranky; mostly she wanted her mama to hold and feed her. I think I had her for forty-five minutes altogether, but she probably fussed for half of that. This morning, I held her for maybe fifteen minutes.
I don’t know how most dads do it. I knew I was lucky to get to have C at work with me a few days a week, but I didn’t know how good I had it. If a guy only sees his kid at night and in the morning, he’s really only seeing her when she wants her mom. But that’s the way most guys do it, isn’t it? They have a few minutes here and there, and they have the weekend.
For me, that’s not nearly enough.
