I did say I could do it

I took on a work load that I thought could turn out to be more than I could handle. On top of working full time at job 1 I quadrupled the amount of hours I worked at job 2. This turned my wonderful little 46 hour work week into a 60+ hour work week. It took me about three hours of borderline hyperventilating just to convince myself that I could do it. Needless to say I had a lot on my plate.

When approached with the opportunity I jumped on it. I have a bit of a thing for owning things and more hours equals more pay equals potential to own more things. It was a no-brainer. I'm always down to pick up more hours when I can. The thing is, I've never worked this much. Ever. I've done the full work load for school and I've done a smathering of overtime over the years. I'm not afraid to stretch myself a little thin at times. I've just never committed to 60 hour weeks for months at a time. All that being said, I did commit myself to working a lot and now I've completed it.

It was a bittersweet moment when I finished tonight. I was done, I succeeded... ish. I showed myself that I can handle a littl more work. I also showed myself that my level of commitment gets harder to fake when I'm tired. Now I get to reintroduce myself to an old friend, sleep. I'm not sure how this meeting is going to go, but I have an inkling that the dialogue will sound something like this:

Me: Whoa! Sleep! Dude, how have you..? It's so good to see you.... Wow, umm. I don't know if you remember me. We met before a long time ago.
Sleep: Yeah, hey. I remember.
Me: Dude, I didn't realize you still hung out around here.
Sleep: I've always been here. You kind of fell off the grid... Busy, right?
Me: It's been nuts for me. But that's all behind me. You and I have a lot of catching up to do.
Sleep: Uh, yeah sure. You know I'm free when you are...
Me: How about right now?!? I have so much to tell you.

The scene ends with me happily tucked in bed for more hours than are necessarily healthy. I can't wait. This work week isn't quite over for me.

Due to scheduling conflicts and God loving me, for the first time in three or four months I have two days off in a row. My only thoughts are of me running around in circles pretending to be an airplane as I try to fanthom what on earth I'll do with myself for two days. I may not get out of bed at all on day one. Then again, I may as my life is seriously backed up.

Oh, sleep...