If it makes any difference, it isn't just the blog that is suffering; I've also completely neglected my household duties, my fitness routine, and my (already meager) social life. By the time I get home in the evenings, I am so mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted, all I want to do is curl up on the couch and do nothing.
Most days, I have forgotten to eat, and, by the time I'm curled up on the couch, cooking dinner is the farthest thing from my mind. The only thing that saved Hugh from complete starvation this week was Emily's birthday dinner on Thursday night. I don't think I've ever seen Hugh more grateful for a meal.
I'm sure this craziness will pass, once I get the hang of my new duties and feel a bit more confident in my ability to execute them, but, for now, we are in full-on survival mode, which, apparently does not afford the headspace to remember anything but the most critical of information, which, is why I completely spaced out Valentine's Day.
Hugh, it must be noted, did not space it out, and, these gorgeous flowers were delivered to me at New Day Job, officially becoming the most lovely thing in my office (which, is still a work in progress, having fallen way down on the old ladder of priorities).
It's the weekend now, and, a long one at that (thanks to the fact that New Job recognizes all of the federal holidays), so, I am determined to get my house in order, and, to get my body moving again....
...right after I finish watching the season premiere of Outlander.
A girl's gotta have priorities.
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