Fridays

You would expect a Friday to be full of anticipation and joy for the weekend, for the end of a work week, but this Friday is different.

This Friday, I feel like the weekend should already start today, that I'd love to be at home with the baby and husband, instead of staring at 10 different Excel files, going "where do I start?" and "what do I do first?" followed by "what time is it now?"  It's been one of those weeks where there is too much to do, and too little time for it.  This feeling might be compounded (the correct word??) with the fact that I took a vacation day mid-week, or maybe it was a sanity day.  Anyway, a day away from work, and a day with me and B, was what I needed on a Weds.  But now that it's Friday I feel exhaustion and just tiredness.  It's a week where progress was made, but there is so much work to do, that any little progress just seems like very tiny victories, or inane victories, at that.

I normally try not to complain, though, as I do enjoy some of the challenges at work.  Perhaps my co-worker has the right strategy for unwinding, putting the feet up for that rare glass of wine, and movie.  Too bad there is no wine in the house, but also, thank you for those boxes of Christmas chocolate which are still unopened... time to indulge a little, later.  :)