I'm sitting at my desk at work trying not to fall asleep.
I've been the only lawyer here for almost the last 3 weeks: I've submitted any number of votes, intervention letters, letters of comment, interrogatories, final arguments, an epic human rights submission, and steered us through a computer upgrade and migration solo.
And I'm done. Done like dinner. Done like a roast stuck in the oven at breakfast and left to broil until bedtime. Well done but not done well.
My mom and dad are on their way down for a visit and househunting trek. I'm looking forward to seeing them but I feel bad because my house looks like a bomb went off because until last night my last three weeks have consisted of: I get up, get ready, go to work, get home, take care of Brynn, tuck her in and start working until I pass out from exhaustion. Then, rince and repeat.
I need a vaaaaaacaaaation.