Exhaustion and Compromise

You know it’s going to be a rough day when you’re already exhausted at 7 o’clock in the morning.

I slept awful last night! I curled up in bed around 9:15 and was still wide awake at 11:30. 

I guess you can say I had a lot on my mind. Too much actually! My mind was running 99 mph and it wouldn’t come to a stop.

I eventually fell asleep around midnight but that turned into a nap as Sadie woke me up at a quarter to four with a potty accident. 

She unfortunately has worms that I’m currently working to get out of her system and she can’t necessarily control her bowel movements. 

So at a quarter to four I had that going for me. After cleaning it up and taking her outside to hopefully finish the process, I curled back up in bed only to remain awake until my alarm went off at 5 o’clock. 

And here I am now trying to prepare myself for a conversation with my boss that can either go one way or the other. 

In a month’s time, they want me to start working Monday through Friday from 8-5. Right now I’m working Tuesday through Friday 8-6 with no breaks so I’m reaching my 40 hour mark. 

When I leave at 6 o’clock, I usually arrive back in Conyers within 45 minutes to an hour tops. When I leave early on certain days around 5 o’clock, I get home around the same time as I would if I had left at 6 o’clock. 

Not worth leaving at 5 o’clock when rush hour is at its worst. 

So as a result I am going in to make a compromise with them. I’m asking to work 8-4 with no break Monday through Friday or they will have my resignation letter on their desk the first full week of July.

I’m tired of leaving my house at 6 in the morning to make it through rush hour traffic so I can be at work by 8 a.m. I’m tired of spending up to an hour or more in traffic on my way home at night. It doesn’t leave me with much time to do anything besides eat and sleep when I get home.

Something has to change!

Like I said, this compromise could go either way but at least I will know where I stand in my decision making in the next half hour. 

I’ll update y’all on the situation later on today when I have a free moment. If my exhaustion takes over before I update you, I’ll get to it tomorrow for sure!

Blood Sucking Monster

There’s this one parasite that I’m deathly afraid of. Unfortunately, having a dog who loves the outdoors brings me into contact with these suckers a little bit more often than I would personally like. 

The other day I was speaking to my coworker about how I used to, keywords “Used to” be a tomboy. There was nothing more that I loved than playing outside, running through the woods and getting downright dirty. 

That was until I met this parasite. 

You see, in Upstate New York, it is a very rare occasion when you get one of these filthy arachnids stuck on you. But the good ole south is a different story all together. 

The first time I came into contact with this parasite, it was attached to my arm. I remember this day like it was yesterday and it was 12 years ago.

On this one day it was a beautiful sunny day outside and I was getting ready to jump into our pool. For some reason I looked at my left arm and there was a spider looking thing on my arm. As you could guess, I flipped. I ran to the nearest towel and tried to rub it off. To my disbelief, it wouldn’t come off. I tried again and failed. It was stuck and it had no plans of leaving. 

So the next thing I did was go running into the house yelling at the top of my lungs. “Mom! Dad! Get this thing off of me!” 

Now mind you, we’re a Yankee family who just moved down to Georgia so they had NO idea what they were dealing with either. 

It was a new experience for all of us.

After much debate and after finding a pair of tweezers, that sucker was finally pulled off of my skin. We ended up putting it in a sandwich bag so we could ask a family member who lived in the South for awhile what this creature was.

We learned quickly what to do when we came into contact with these suckers since that experience.

If you haven’t put it together by now, that filthy anarchid was a TICK!

That day changed it all! Instead of being that careful tomboy, I became a paranoid girly girl.  

To this day, I don’t step off the paved path. I refuse to sit on the grass without having a blanket underneath me and you best believe Sadie gets checked for Ticks as I don’t enjoy when they come to visit me. 

That experience was not my last experience with ticks and it makes my skin crawl every time I see one. 

But I will say I’m more prepared mentally and physically now. My emotions still run high during times when the ticks decide to come visit but I handle it a tad bit better. 

I’m not saying there isn’t any yelling because there is. A lot actually but I do eventually get the tick off. 

Life without ticks was quite lovely. Not a care in the world. If you don’t live in an area where ticks are the norm, consider yourself lucky!