For nearly two months I’ve been spiralling downward in a rather spectacular fashion: it’s been a horrendous combination of too many projects (that I feel obligated to take on) and their unrealistic deadlines coupled with some major parenting challenges that have left me feeling really, really burnt out. When I’m not working I find myself slumped over on the sofa, too exhausted to do anything meaningful, yet still feeling incredibly tense. (The only game I feel up to playing with Leah is Doctor, in which I play the comatose patient who is unable to be revived — despite Doctor Leah’s endless attempts at tickling and poking me.)
This weekend, though, I was able to see the so-called Light and the End of the Tunnel, when I (finally) received sign-off on a number of projects and could send out invoices. My hope is that I can keep up a somewhat healthy, mostly workable pace for the next two weeks and then enjoy some very much-needed time off for March Break.
And a sure sign that things are settling down is that I managed to bake muffins for breakfasts this week without freaking out that muffin baking was not on my to-do list. A few weeks ago, this would have sent me into a tailspin.
It’s the little things, right?