This Monday has been brutal so far. I didn’t want to get up this morning and the moment I did, I wanted to curl back under my comforter. It was so cold and I was so tired. I wanted to turn on the heat but mom was having hot flashes and sweating like crazy. She even had the windows open. It’s 40-some degrees outside, come on!
Is this what it feels like after a 56-hour work week? I’ve been working overtime every week since I started but never have I worked on a Saturday. I think being mentally strained is worse than being physically strained.
And of course, having a mom and family like mine, God forbid I should have one day off. My aunt dragged me out yesterday to have me take her to work and buy two boxes of cup noodles for her on my way home. Of course, when I visit a big box store, there’s no way I would ever make it out with just 2 boxes of cup noodles. I ended up getting some batteries and 2 gigantic (27 gallons) storage containers for my garden stuff.
They looked big at the store and even bigger in the back of my car but when I started putting stuff in them, they were smaller than I thought. I might need one more…or two.
After all of that was done, I was so tired and sleepy even though it was only 2 PM.
That’s what I get for skipping my morning coffee…
I barely dozed off when mom woke me up to help her plant some roses in the front yard. No, it’s the ones I propagated last week. They are these beautiful petite rose bushes from her house – the one she refuses to live in.
I ignored her for the first 15 minutes or so but to be honest, I was so tired I couldn’t even open my eyes without them automatically shutting less than 30 seconds later. She stomped her feet – boom, boom – and shouted, “do you know how much pain I’m in? I only do this for you, you know. If you don’t want to do it, fine, do ask me to do anything else for you again.” She stormed off, muttering angrily beneath her breath.
I should’ve replied, “I didn’t asked you to do this, you know,” but that would dredge that conversation from a few weeks ago which ended with her throwing something across the room, nearly missing my head. I didn’t see what it was because I was outside and out of harm’s way by the time what ever it was landed with a thud.
Anyway, I should return to work now.
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