Ahhhh.
I just woke up from an absolutely delicious nap. Climbed into my warm bed around 5:00, just got up around 6:45. I wasn’t asleep the whole time. Maybe an hour, maybe a little more or less. Doesn’t matter. It was warm, it was quiet, it was dark. It was cozy and luxurious.
This was no ordinary nap. This was my first real nap in a while, and basically a celebration of being done with a very busy time at work. Part of my job is working in an admissions office for a music school, and I run auditions for one department. It makes for a long three weeks between mid-February and the first week of March. Three to five days each week (weekends included), I’m pretty much at work at 7:30 and leave at 6:30 (I realize plenty of people work these hours normally, but I’m a 9-5 girl, so this is a lot for me). I’ve already done all of the scheduling and coordinating for the 30+ students auditioning that day, but I’m still running between buildings, making sure the picky faculty has everything they need and everything is going smoothly. If I’m not doing that, I’m prepping for the next day’s auditions. By the time I get home at 7:00 or later, I’m exhausted. I don’t remember the last time I cooked dinner.
Well, today was my last day of auditions. It ended earlier than usual, around 3:00pm. I had no gas left in the tank. No energy, no motivation, nothing. Got home and immediately put on my pjs, as the pants I was wearing were on their final wear before I go straight for maternity clothes. Ate some food, watched some basketball, and unwound with my hubby. And then, I decided it was time to climb into bed. This was a fabulous idea. Not only was I exhausted, but it was the most free sleep I’d had in ages. I wasn’t going to sleep just to be awoken by my alarm the next morning. I didn’t have to remember to get up and let the dog out. I didn’t really have to get up at all unless I felt like it. It was delicious.
I think I’d been pushing myself a teeny bit too hard over the last few weeks. Not dangerously so, but really testing my current limits. I’m very glad I do not have to do that anymore. Whew.
Now it’s off to dinner (yep, going out again, can’t be bothered to cook), and then I think it’ll be another nice, early bedtime when we get home.
Ahhhh.
