I’ve made no secret that this new schedule is kicking my butt. B works from 1900 to 0700 not counting the high likelihood of overtime. I stay up late at night in order to be able to spend time with him when he is off. It’s thrown my life patterns for a loop.
I’m sleeping in, but not getting quality sleep thanks to the hours and the interruptions. And things have suffered. Cooking at home has decreased, running has decreased, and the house isn’t as far along as I want it. Getting stuck in traffic every evening hasn’t helped any of it.
Tonight I decided to take a small step to setting my world back to right. After spending an hour and fifteen minutes fighting my way home, I changed, grabbed Loki and headed out for a quick run. We only went two miles, but it was so good for me. Even when things are crazy. Even when I’m not sleeping. Maybe most especially then. It just takes a small step.
Time to get back on trap.