~Slice~

I’m heading in for my fourth twelve hour shift in four days.  I miss my kids, I miss my sleep, I miss my blog!  My sleep today was restless, I dreamed of sitting outside on a cement driveway with CC, and we were both sad and mad about something Special Man had done or said that I can’t remember and probably doesn’t matter.  It’s fascinating to me how the mind attempts to work out stress through dreams.

I’ve got five minutes to finish my coffee and finish watching an episode of Portlandia.  I’m looking forward to a night off tomorrow, and then one more shift before I’m off for a week.  Tomorrow I will be dead on my feet, but I plan to write and lay low, and finish this season of Portlandia (which I’m loving) in bed.  One more shift.

I can do it.