Ash Thoreau

Well, these past few days have been something else.

Saturday night was a marathon: a 13-hour shift thanks to the time change. Grueling doesn’t even cover it. But at least I got some sleep afterward since my husband was home to handle things.

Then Monday hit, and my toddler’s sleep schedule was completely off. Usually, I can count on getting up around 9-10 a.m. once she wakes up, but nope—not this time. She was up by 7:30, which meant I’d barely gotten an hour of sleep. No time for a nap, and straight into another 12-hour shift. Let’s just say I was barely hanging on by the end, and to top it off, my trainee made a comment that felt like a gut punch. By the time I was home again, I wanted to sleep for the next month straight.

Yesterday brought some better sleep. I was cruising along, having a decent day. My trainee and I were on better terms even though I freaked her out when I told her she had hurt me in the feelers. But, as the night went on, my mood just tanked for reasons out of my control. And now…here we are.

So consider this my Tuesday Tally, even though it’s late.

I’ll check in again after I’ve had some real sleep.