The bottom
I am finally at home. A beer in my belly (Nick's Liquid Courage is what I called this unlabelled and homebrewed bottle of love). Dinner in my stomach as well. It's been a very long day. I taught a class, I gave three, count 'em three, presentations, and had to tell some kids if they couldn't shut it, it was time to leave.
I'm tired, but before I got home, I went to Whole Foods to pick up some grub for Husbandido, who is still passed out from the heat (from Sac, and he calls this hot? bitch please). I put his beef jerky and olives away. Maybe he'll remember this in the morning.
I am at the point at which I feel like I'm exhausted and over with all the running back and forth. I need to stop saying yes all the time. Part of the challenge is knowing that someone stepped up to me and wants me to do something for them. How hard is it to turn down the opportunity to be the expert, right? Well, this expert (did I tell you it was another department calling me in to do my spiel? Not my own? This is why I'm hot, thank you.) is exhausted. I found myself for the first time getting really red eyes that were tearing up so bad by the end of my last speech that it looked like I was crying. Horrible.
I am going to be better at it, I promise. It's a matter of my health that I'm worried about too. Pushing myself can't be healthy, right? I'm sure it's not helping me bring bambinos in the world. I'll save that for another post.
Wish me luck,
dooVOo