I went to work today. At my job out of the house. You know, the one I go to once or twice a month.
It was such. a. long. day. I am so thankful I don’t go to my job everyday. Here was my day…
4:45: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze & sleep an extra 9 minutes.
4:54: Get into the shower, half asleep.
5:15: Get dressed, makeup, do hair. Think to myself “I might be running early.”
5:30: I realize I still need to get out clothes for the kids, wake them up, eat breakfast, make my lunch, get everything out to the truck, & feed the cat. In 15 minutes… Good thing I packed their back packs the night before.
5:45: Open the door to the garage & see that the light has been on in the truck all night. Luckily it starts.
5:54: Successfully get my kids and all our stuff in the truck & on our way to my awesome friend’s house, to drop off the kids.
6:10-6:54: Drive to work. Eat some breakfast while driving.
6:55-7:00: Change into scrubs and get my things put away.
7:00-4:30: Normal OR duties: opening rooms, scrubbing cases, cleaning rooms, cleaning instruments, wrapping instruments, managing autoclaves, 20 minutes for lunch, almost no down time, one bathroom break…On my feet all day.
4:30-5:40: Change, drive home in the crazy Friday night rush hour traffic…
5:40: Pull into the garage, get the best greeting from T, hold back tears when I try to stand after sitting for so long. Ouch!
5:45-bedtime: Lay on the couch & crab at everyone because I am tired & emotionally exhausted.
Conclusions from my overtired brain…
My shower & hair were wasted. I wear a hat all day so my hair looks like crap by the end of the day, & the first case of the day I had to wear a lead apron for about 2 hours so I had change my shirt due to all the sweetiness (ewww).
Sleeping that extra 9 minutes only hurt me & put me behind, all day.
9 hours on my feet is too long.
My husband is my hero. He goes to work everyday, drives an hour each way, & most days he comes home with a smile. Maybe he’s just so glad to be out of the car!
I got no sewing done.