I just can't keep going. The heightened emotions. The lack of sleep. The physical labor of days of moving and unpacking. Yesterday at work I realized I had hit my limit so I took my computer home to give me flexibility if I needed a sick day the next day.
It probably doesn't help that I then spent about 3 hours last night organizing and unpacking my kitchen before finally sitting down to call my parents and watch the episode of Lingo I had missed Friday night (an episode I knew my husband had managed to catch when it aired as I remembered walking into the old apartment for another load of stuff towards the end of the episode and seeing it on).
Why do I go into this diversion of my husband being able to catch the episode? Probably because it really irritated and angered me that as I worked so hard all by myself to move out (something I was only doing because of his decision to divorce and so not something I wanted to be doing), he still had time to sit down and watch a TV showed we used to enjoy together. (I've been in and out of the anger stage this past weekend.)
Anyways, back to today. Last night I fell asleep quickly shortly after 9:00 p.m. but then I seemed to wake up every 1-2 hours and I was awake long before my normal 6:00 a.m. alarm. Plus, my whole body just ached, especially my hips. I couldn't imagine scootering into work and then trying to focus in this condition, so I pulled out my work laptop and put in my leave request.
I actually cooked some eggs for breakfast and enjoyed a leisurely cup of coffee. Then I got notice that my shelf organizer had been delivered so I went down and got it plus stopped at the old apartment for another load. I put together the shelf organizer which is perfect for the space and am now taking another break.
I'm trying to balance my need to have my space feel more complete and like home with my need for rest with an emphasis on the rest part including hopefully a nap later.
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