Rory Day Twenty

Fizzling

I don’t want to say I’m burnt out. Because I’m not. But all last week, it felt like I was dangerously close.

And not just at work.

I got home at 9:30 east coast time, which was 6:30 am west coast time. (I live on the east coast.) Besides for a few hours sleep on the plane, I had been up since 9:30 east coast time- close to 24 hours. I came home, showered, rested, and went to work.

I never recovered, until Friday.

Work was a nightmare. As I described to my supervisor, after you have to hear people not want the kids you work with anymore, and convince them that they do want them, and spend hours keeping families together and hours putting kids together after the families fall apart… you start to feel like you’re carrying around a huge weight. The weight of all those little lives. I’m not the one who destroyed them, but I’m one of the grown-ups charged with trying to piece them back together.

I didn’t have the words for the week, nor the energy to write them. I didn’t have the time.

I took Friday off, and spent the weekend regrouping. Not talking to many people, totally and completely zoning out. There was an ANTM marathon on Friday, and a SYTYCD marathon the rest of the weekend. Khalil is very sick of models and dancers. My brain has appreciated the break, as have my emotions.

And so I totally bombed at Blog September.

But alas, I feel like myself again, rather than a very tired, fizzling out version of me. I’m hoping to start the week off on the right foot- either swimming or doing the Firm. Wish me luck!

I already used “leaving on a jet plane”

A long time ago. I think about my mom moving to Ky.

Well, this time I’m leaving on a jet plane. It takes off in 10 short hours, and i need to sleep and drive there and yes… pack. I’m horrible about packing, I’m quite possible almost the world’s worst procrastinator when it comes to packing. The only person worse than me (who stays up late the night before doing it) is the person who does it in the morning while running late to catch the plane. I will find a million things to do before packing, much like a college student writing a paper. All of a sudden closets need to be organized, things need to be scrubbed with toothbrushes, new toothbrushes need to be bought, the checkbook needs to be balanced, the cat needs to be cuddled with because I’ll be leaving her for *sob* five days if you count Monday when I’ll be at work all day.

So I started the whole Blog September thing (why isn’t it a raging internet phenomenon already, guys?? wth?), and I’m hoping to keep it up. I’m proud of how I’ve done for the first 12 days, I have only resorted to using Google searches but have not resorted to memes of any kind. And only one picture post. Anyways, I’ll be gone in California for my friends wedding (yeah jess!) and I’m going to try to post every day but we shall see how that goes.

Remind me to tell you about my conversation with a foster parent about my fertility. that. was. so. fun.

If I don’t have time to post, will be back Monday for sure.

Not so Neglected

So we have a few joiners to BlogSeptember!

AlottaErrata tells me she’s up for the challenge- and no, you don’t have to sign up on a Master List. This is far, far smaller than Fussy’s NaBloPoMo.

Cecily didn’t necessarily say she was joining, but she’s interested. Cecily, I have no idea if NaBloPoMo is actually happening- I sure hope so!!

Annie is IN! No cheating, my friend.

My sister Shannon will cheer us along.