I woke up this morning in a fog. Actually, my husband let me sleep until about 8:20 which is unheard of in this house. It almost felt like I was on vacation. The kids were just about to head out for school. I gave them both a huge kiss, grabbed my tea and then sat down at my desk.
And it felt like I never left. For the first few moments, it felt like I just sort of lived there. At my desk. And that I didn’t just wake up from sleeping – it was more like I never slept at all to begin with.
Hustling ain’t easy.
My partners and I have a really big goal to achieve – a really, really big one. One that keeps me up at night. We are putting a real dent into it, but still, it’s not a fun day at the park.
I’m really tired. Besides doing my new responsibilities, I still have to do everything else that I normally do. And look – I’m not complaining – I asked for all of this. It’s true.
But lately I’ve been feeling like I’m having an out of body experience. Like I’m living my life – but I’m not. Does that make sense?
My house looks like it’s been robbed. And I can’t tell you the last time I cooked (which is sad because I really love to cook). I’m ready for a vacation. A long, warm, sandy vacation. I need to go to a place where I can sleep on the beach and cuddle up with my man as our kids build sand castles and frolic in the waves.
I’m so ready.