I’ve worked at least 12 hours every day this week. I almost spent the night at work yesterday. Instead, I drug myself home for a few precious hours of sleep with her royal fuzziness:
My weekend plan:
- Work til late tonight
- Work crazy hours tomorrow
- Spend the day in bed on Sunday, cuddling with my cat and watching movies. Have AbuS bring me breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed. Not clean or cook a single thing. Attempt to mentally prepare myself for the hell that will be forthcoming next week.