After I wrote a particularly meandering and pointless blog post last night (most of which I deleted before publishing), I realized it's going to take me awhile to adjust to going back to work AND having a life at the same time. How did I ever do it before? I'm as puzzled now as some of my readers have been in the past when they asked whether I ever got any sleep and how in the world did I ever get so much accomplished?
Going back to work this week has really been tough, mentally and physically. You know about much of the mental stuff--the computer problems, the rush jobs, etc. Then, last night, I woke up several times with pain and cramping in my "bad" hand, and I haven't decided yet whether it's a real problem or whether it's just part of the healing process; I thought I'd rest up this weekend and see what happens at the beginning of the next work week. Then there's just the stuff like neck and back aches--it's funny what sitting all day will do to a body when it's not used to it.
Hubby's been good about taking over the dinner preparation again, but I've been coming home and helping out a little too, because eating healthier seems to require a lot more chopping and general food prep. Then, after dinner, I only have a limited amount of "play time" until it's time to get ready for bed. And you know what? I realized, while I was off work, that I really DO feel and perform better when I get a little more sleep, so I'm trying to get to bed a little earlier, but I'm still not managing more than about six hours of sleep a night.
And when I think about the adjustments I need to make to reincorporate a full-time job into my routine, and add to that the upcoming bathroom remodel and the adult-child-moving-back-home (with LARGE Drooling Dog) drama, well, I could just sit down and cry. Or pack my most precious belongings into a large bandana and hang it from a stick carried over my shoulder and run away from home.
So, I don't know what the solution is, but for the time being, I'm not going to beat myself up if I don't feel every night that there's a blog post inside my head waiting to get out. Oftentimes, writing a post can take up to an hour, and that's an hour I kind of feel I don't have these days--until I can slide back into a routine and take control over my life again. I guess what I'm saying is that if I have something to say, I'll post; but if it's a struggle or if it's not a high priority in that day's events, you might not hear from me--just don't worry that something's wrong. It's just me trying to cope with adjustments. Either that, or my head exploded. And if it's the head thing? I suspect one of my local blog friends will let everyone know.