Resurfacing

I am back—sort of. 

Around 6 p.m. on Sunday night, I pulled into my branch & debris-covered driveway and into the cool shade of our gigantic three-car garage/carport. I was exhausted and SO glad to be home.

On Monday, Noah blessed me with sleeping in until 8:07 a.m., at which point I drug my weary and lifeless body out of bed and into the kitchen to cobble together some sort of pseudo breakfast.

All day Monday, I sat on the floor, the couch, a chair, whatever would catch my heiny, and watched Noah run circles around me. The occasional burst of energy I experienced I channeled into being an engaged mommy, hoping that Noah didn't notice what a lackluster parent I was being.

Both nights I fell into bed as soon as I could—around 9 one night, and near 10 the other. I could sleep, I think, for an entire day without working at it.

Because that's not an option, I'm spending these first few days back in a zombie state. I didn't even look at my computer until this afternoon, choosing instead to ignore its presence, my brain not ready to compute full sentences, numbers or anything resembling work. 

Speaking of... I am back today... at work. My colleagues and I are a mess. One of us just went home early to nap; another didn't get in until after Noon, and yet another has already had two doctor's appointments to deal with the physical fallout of a week with incredibly high stress levels. 

I am burned out. Toast. Kaput. Blah. 

But! I am so thrilled to be blogging again, with a connection to the real world beyond the shrinking walls of my office. So glad to be back!