It was a rather lazy weekend. Despite the sore legs from cramps Friday night, the weekend was fairly restful. But that all went to heck last night. I had to take Kim to the airport this morning so it was going to be a 2:30am wake up alarm. Try as we might, getting to bed early doesn't equal going to sleep early. We fell asleep sometime after 10:00pm. 4 hours sleep isn't so bad but unfortunately I got a work phone all at 12:30am. Then I had heartburn and couldn't get back to sleep for a while. I got maybe 3 hours of interrupted sleep.
I planned on working 8 hours and leaving. I worked 11 hours. Crap was hitting the fan all day. I was in the middle of it, trying to work the problems. By the time I left I had not had enough caffeine and the drive home was a little drowsy. Thankfully my friend called and talked to me the last part of the way. But when I parked, I drifted off to sleep for a bit. I was dreaming that I was talking to my husband when the logical side of my brain said "Hey, you're still in the car. Get up and go get into bed." I listened to it.
I know that a regular sleep schedule is important to my health. I know that as I get older pulling these long days is harder on me than it was 30 years ago. But sometimes you just don't have a choice. I should have left after 8 hours, I never do though. There is always something to take care of. Here once again, I am putting my job ahead of my health. I need to find away to stop doing that. I need to learn to delegate more. I need to learn to let things sit for a day.
Anyone have tips for doing that?
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