Yesterday I was thinking to myself, I predict it will take two full weeks before I feel like myself again.
I asked my husband how he was feeling, and he said “surreal.” He’s been extremely overwhelmed with his work, because he didn’t request the time off while we were out of town, and now he’s fallen really far behind.
It’s hard to explain, but the past week has just been so intense and so draining.
This morning is the first time in ten days that my daughter is in a different place than I am. I feel deflated, disoriented, and barely able to form a cohesive thought. I also have a head cold. And I have 30 clients scheduled this week.
Good news: My sister in law and my sister both got tested. Nobody has covid. It’s just a head cold from hell.
I finished unpacking, doing all of the laundry and putting it away, and completed a grocery store run for the week. I now need to do the dishes, shower, and I was supposed to prepare my BBS forms for my boss to sign today. I think the best thing I can do, though, is go back to sleep. I have three hours before I need to see my first client.
Last updated August 26, 2020