Right now I am tired from the weekend, I feel like I've been hit by a car. I don't want to be at work, I want to lounge in bed. My head is still achey - but it's not a migraine anymore. I am conscious that I have created this headache due to work stress, and trying not to get frustrated that I let it take over my Sunday. My weekend. My head aches trying to reason how I should react with a teenage boy who is like a remora in my house.
I am cold. I don't like being cold. Everything in my body wants me to go back to bed, but here I am. Ready to work. And I will start work and I will plug away and my alarm goes off telling me it's time to take lunch and then I will continue work until it's time to walk the dog. And then it's time to shower and get dressed until it's time to leave for dance. And then I will dance, and laugh and have and forget there is a world outside the studio. And go to bed aching from dance, but this time it's a good and satisfying ache and I will sleep well and start another work day four more times.And then it's the weekend, a chance to get what I want to do. I try again weekend after weekend. Hoping for a do-over every Sunday night.