For the last two weeks and a half I have been up at 7(ish) and I have essentially worked straight through to 11pm if not later. I’ve rushed from one job to the next, parrying emails, voicemails, phone calls, kid calls, editing, planning, writing, consulting, and researching every moment of the day.
OK, fine, I did take a few minutes to myself here and there. What can I say, a girl has to visit the restroom once in a while and order coffee a few times here and there too. In my defense, if I stop ordering coffee, the Starbucks baristas are going to kick me out. And when you drink lots of coffee… well, let’s just not go there.
Tonight a few articles are demanding my editing attention. A few blog posts are clamoring to be written. I could probably find ten emails to write and another ten needing replies.
But I am on my couch. And I do not want to work. I do not want to go to bed after midnight. I have a glass of wine and it’s making me pleasantly mellow and I’m watching Bones, which is making me delightfully giddy. (Mmm David Boreanaz.) And I am terribly tempted to just take the night off.
I’d turn off the TV, turn off the computer, slip into my jammies, brush my teeth, check on the girls, and slide myself gratefully into my bed long before midnight.
I’m just not sure I’d be able to sleep knowing I had left so much work undone.