In my last post Spo commented That he hoped things returned to normal for me asap.
I had to chuckle at that one.
Honestly, being on that long boring double shift was more relaxing than my "normal" routine (except for that 3.5 hours of sleep thing).
As soon as my feet hit the floor when the alarm goes off, I'm literally up and running.
This morning, for example, I rolled out of bed- did the morning shower/teeth brush, and hair comb. Then I dressed, went to the kitchen, cleared out the fridge and disposed of all the rubbish in the trash bin. And I washed up all the dishes.
After that I went downstairs, put on a washer load of bed linens, then went back upstairs and replenished my med tray before I backed the car up to the side porch and loaded 3 trash bags into the back to take off to the recycle center...which I did after feeding all 4 cats. (Nu-Nu, Meepers, Floofy, and EmNem.)-don't ask.)
I drove to the Recycle center, then on the way home I swung by Wally World and picked up a new belt for the Hoover.(Actually, a Bissell, but I call them all a Hoover now after living in the UK for so long.)
Then I drove home and coming in I noticed my front door autumnal wreath looked a bit on the sparse side, so I stopped long enough to add a few more colorful leaf picks to the arrangement before coming inside and waking my daughter. Soon as she is dressed, I'll be taking her up to my tire guy so she can buy a new tire for her Optima so I won't be the only one with an operational vehicle in the house.
Then we'll come back home and make and eat a sammich before I get changed into my uniform and head back out for my shift at work- 2p-10p. Then drive home, have a glass of sweet iced-tea and wind down for a half hour or so before I come to my room, check my email, maybe write a post if anything comes to mind before having another shower and then going to sleep- finally.
Every day I swear is the same- only with different priorities involved. But always work...... that is my one constant.
I don't mind- usually. Sometimes soon though, I'm going to take a couple days, pack a sleeping bag, cooler of food and water, a fishing rod, and my weapon and go solo camping for a weekend. That's one reason I want to get my Ranger running again- put the cover on it and a full size mattress (NOT an inflatable one either. HATE those things.) in the truck bed and I can go camping anytime I want to at the drop of a hat.
Sometimes you just need some time alone to commune with nature and God.