I posted that my stress level was at a 10 the other day on Facebook and what do you think happened? Friends posted photos of cute bunnies and other farm animals on my thread and then it somehow got derailed to ridiculous photos of people in bunny suits. Tangents of all tangents, but what was I expecting? Pixie dust and air hugs? Not fishing for sympathy so it was entirely appropriate.
I should be sleeping not writing. My sleep has gone from borderline adequate to barely functional and I know I’m shaving years off my life with my horrible sleep habits. But what are you going to do with when you have this kind of work load? The only way to deal with it is to buy a little time with less sleep. It’s temporary and although I would never proclaim that I feel like superman or supermom, I am somehow getting it all done while still keeping the house clean and helping with homework. Sometimes you have to stop no matter what kind of pressing deadline you have and get down on your hands and knees and scrub the floor. Or this morning I looked out on our balcony and saw dead leaves on the mums and then had this urgent need, despite being pressed for time, to pull all of the dead plants now that summer is over. Oh, is this only me? But I still defer all of the cooking to Mark.
There was a post years ago where I detailed breaking down my day into units of measure to manage multiple clients. I fully admit that I stole this idea from Hugh Grant’s character from About A Boy, though his unit allocation was conjured up to calculate his leisure activities, not work tasks. It totally works for me, by the way. I’m not a list or a calendar person, so this is one of the only ways I can feel mentally organized when I’m switching gears between multiple things throughout the day.
Sometimes one can get a little too cocky with one’s ability to juggle everything (why am I talking in 3rd person? Of course I’m referring to myself) and it leads one to believe that you can handle more. The curse of it all is that I am fully functional on 5.5 hrs of sleep everyday (back on the sleep topic, I know. For someone who doesn’t do a lot of it, it is on my mind often). There are some nights on the weekend when I find myself going to bed at 4. It’s a miracle that I’m not awakened everyday by Mark’s alarm which goes off around 5:45am. He’s out the door by 6. On our busiest days we dance around each other’s somewhat opposite schedules. Though I try to eat dinner with the family at 6pm, a dinner time that just stuck around since the early days of when the kids were young, much of the working world is still working at 6 so I find myself missing dinner sometimes while I continue to trade emails with people. Because you know, everything is “urgent”.
But much of life is like that it seems. Rarely does anything get packaged into neat little parcels. It’s either one extreme or the other, slow or crazy. I’m more comfortable with one over the other and I won’t tell you which. You probably already know. Well. I will say that these days…I feel alive.