superwoman
Sometimes I feel like I’m Superwoman, or I’m striving to be. Take this afternoon, for example. I left work just before 3 p.m., stopped at the grocery story and made it home around 3:15.
I baked another batch of cupcakes and started frosting the ones from last night. (Sorry, no photos. They weren’t very pretty.)
I thought I could walk the dogs before 6. I also thought I could bake a loaf of banana bread.
I washed the dishes (by hand, not in the dishwasher) and started on dinner (meatloaf.)
I cleaned the kitchen and got the house ready for my Stampin’ Up party I was hosting.
Oh and I went running.
I did not walk the dogs or bake the banana bread.
And here I sit at 11:20, chatting online (with Jason) and knowing I’m going to have to wake up at 5 to do it all over again. Only tomorrow I have to throw in an hour of mentoring.
Seriously? Superwoman.
When you have a mental breakdown and start shooting people, we will know why!
I think it’s fine to have a busy schedule as long as you don’t freak out when some of it doesn’t happen–that’s where stress comes in. My husband has always been that way & he has the highest energy level of anybody I’ve ever met. I’m convinced it’s at least partially because of the schedule he keeps.
I have a high energy level up until around 9 p.m. Then I hit my wall. It happened last night, and we were at Westville Pub. I almost fell asleep with my head in my hands at one point.
Steph, you’ll be the one the therapists can go to, so you can explain just how crazy I was. They’ll find me hiding out in a closet (no shooting necessary, I’ll just go crazy.)
Some days I work better being exhausted, only reason being I feel I am achieving stuff both days, even if lack of sleep and doing something in life, as you do daily.