So Tired I Might Throw Up

How's that for a straight-to-the-point title?  Dr. Fallon would be so proud.  ("Hit it; don't play with it.")  Candace, are you out there?  Anyway...

The past few days have been completely out of control.  I've had multiple consultations and booked multiple new clients.  That, of course, is awesome, but my back HURTS and I'm TIRED now.  Two days ago I cleaned an elderly lady's home and she had the heat UPPPPP.  By the time I finished mopping her kitchen floor, I was feeling ill.  After I was done with the hardwood floors, she wanted to talk for another 30 minutes.  Normally, I'm OK with that because she's old and doesn't have many people to talk to.  (My dad's one and only weak spot - old people.  He worked in home health care for years and after tending to them, he would visit with them.  The old people loved him, and they knitted him gifts, gave him puppies, etc.)  Anyway, I almost fainted in her freakin floor before I could get in my car and crank up the AC.

Yesterday I worked almost 8 hours (at a desk, not so bad; cleaning non-stop, murderous) and by the end of the day, I honestly thought I would throw up from fatigue.  Is that even possible?

Today I cleaned for 6.5 hours and booked another consultation.  Since I've been on the brink of needing to hire help, that last consultation pushed me over the edge.  Although it will mean a pay cut for a month or so, it will free up some time for more marketing, more clients, more employees, etc., until I'm not cleaning anymore!  Hooray!

So, I'm hiring.  Pass the word.

In other news (oh yeah, I have a work blog for that crap...) my husband is going as crazy as I am.  His office is being turned upside down by a big mistake someone made in a case.  And he's having to fix the problem.  The big, publicized, millions-of-dollars-on-the-line problem.  He's stressing because he travels so much that he's never in the office to deal with it.  And now they're considering cut backs, and he's the newest "member of the team."  Yeah, I've heard that one...

Somebody keeps killing my daffodils!  I think it's that damn blue jay!

Last night I made some delicious chicken and brown rice soup.  It was 8:00 before we ate it because, hey, I'm a working girl (as my husband so lovingly describes it), and I didn't even start the chicken until around 6... anyway, it was good.  If I didn't have Bunko tonight I'd eat some right now.  I don't even have time to wash my hair before Bunko, which pisses me off.  I hate going anywhere after I've worked all day.  Yesterday I've been at one woman's house for about 4 hours and had just washed the steaming hot shower when her husband came home and she just had to bring him into the bathroom to introduce us.  Yes, I love meeting people when I look like a hot mess.  I wish they served alcohol at Bunko... (Baptist church group - never going to happen.)

This morning I popped 3 Aleve - I didn't feel any relief.  I ate a pb&j sandwich between houses today and realized I'd accidentally bought the wrong kind of bread last time.  Damn.  Why didn't I notice that when I made toast for breakfast?  Maybe because I wasn't truly awake when I ate breakfast.

This weekend I'm going home to my mom's house.  A childhood friend is having her bridal tea Sunday, so I'm using that as an excuse to go home for the weekend.  While traveling last week my husband spent the night there without me, and it made me jealous.  That's my room!  I don't even think I've spent the night there since the night before my wedding.  Weird.

I'm hungry.  I hope we're having something delicious at Bunko.