I cheered inside when she said next year would be a shorter visit. Then she made comments about our work schedules and how we never have dinner. I should have seen that coming.
We’re into week three. As I’ve said so many times - I can totally put my life on hold for a week, even two weeks. But a month is just too much. I’ve managed to get out of the house for non-work/moving related me-time on 4 occasions. Gym, Hockey (which I got in trouble for), stopping for a beer at Gd’s after moving stuff, and then Christmas Shopping. Of those 4, only 2 I didn’t basically sneak out for. This is out of 17 days. Of course, Donald hasn’t gotten out much more either, but at the same time, he gets to the office every day.
What little sleep I am getting is of absolute suck quality. I end up staying up a couple hours after she goes to bed just to decompress, and I’m still getting up early to tend to things. I am completely physically and emotionally exhausted. I’m working on a stress induced ear infection - the spot behind my left ear swelled up today and it hurt to close my jaw - loaded up on benadryl and lasted about an hour before I had to crash for a little while.
On the upside, I’ve managed to get some of my assignments done for class already, so that’s good, considering that she’s not going to understand at all.
Donald is out watching football this evening. I’m waiting for him to get back, just cause, well, hell I’m not really sure, I guess to keep grandma from freaking out if she hears the door open or something.
He’s home. Grandma is gonna freak out when she sees him in the morning, but again, whatever.
So completely and utterly exhausted. Just popped two more benadryl, have a heating pad for my ear, going to bed soon, hopefully getting a decent nights sleep…
