Did I mention that I am not sleeping enough?
I want to have something worth recording in this space but here’s what my day yesterday looked like:
Wake up, reluctantly after a puppy-interrupted night of sleep.
Work for an hour or two.
“Do” school with my 9-year old.
Work from 1-5 pm.
Curl hair and put on makeup.
Tea with a small group of new friends.
Home, eight minutes late, for 9 pm shift.
Work until midnight . . .
Chat with son who is passionate about politics until 2 am.
Up with puppy at 3 am.
Back to bed.
Up with puppy for her breakfast at 5:43 am.
Nap on couch off and on until 7:30 am.
Wake daughter for school. (Only goes to class Wednesday mornings.)
Deliver daughter to school.
Back to work by 8:45 am.
Finish work (for now) and write this post.
COLLAPSE FROM THE RIDICULOUS PACE.
Take shower, pick up daughter, get back to work . . . blah blah blah.
And that, my friends, is why I have nothing to say.