Sleep...the one thing that, just a few years baack, I would have said: "I will sleep when I die" and firmly meant it. Now, well, lets just say, more and more each day I find myslef further and further behind on the one thing I want more of than love. I know, it is quite strange what a a couple of years into the third decasde of life will do for one's perspective. Perhaps it is the burning of a candle at both ends, but in all honesty, am I?
I have completed the series of classes that I was taking, half-heartedly, on Wednesdays due to a grant that we received through Work One. I do not think there is one thing I can actively recall from a single one of the classes. Then there is there is my Bachelor's Degree that I am attempting to complete ( I will admit the Associate's was much much easier to obtain.), and now the Industrial Maintenance Tech Certification I am working on, from yet another grant through the state. Yes I like to learn - we should all strive to learn more. However, I am mentally exhausted.
I am also working 45-60 hours a week. I know, cry me a river, right? I love my job. I love losing myself in my work. I get a huge sense of accomplishment knowing that I am doing something that actually does make a difference. It helps, too, that my company is awesome. (No they did not pay me to say that!)
So why am I tired all the time...well, out of the 24 hours a day that we all have I spend 9-12 at work, 2.0-2.5 on the road, 4-5 sleeping, 0.5-1.0 exercising, and the rest is family and school. Yeah - that doesn't leave much for either, now does it.
With that, I am updating my steps walked, and signing off. I need to study for a test and read the kiddos a book, and somehow find time to sleep.