I'm so tired.
Friday and Saturday were the culmination of a big project I ended up coordinating--our office move. I left a crappy, temporary, windowless cell and moved to a lovely bright, newly furnished (with a fab new Aeron chair too) space with a window. I'm also in the same office with my colleagues, instead of in another room. It's nice (even if these photos aren't so good at showing that).
But getting there was very tiring. The coordination of everything, the dealing with a cumbersome bureaucracy that comes from being in a large organization, those "little things" that your co-workers do that make you a bit crazy, being there on Saturday for the whole day to ensure the move goes properly and the movers don't break anything; even redoing your big boss' floor plan when you realize the designer was smoking something when they laid out the furniture. It was stressful.
Add to it, while you're packing on Friday, having your son fall off the monkey bars and banging his eye on the ladder, requiring meeting your husband at the hospital so he can get the health card and wait for 6 hours in the ER (where you walk over from work to visit instead of going home early when everything is packed). Xander ends up with 6 stitches right below his eyebrow and you can see why I feel like I'm in a waking coma right now.
Then add in a cockamamie idea to get up today at 6am and do the Wii fit (Because I need to keep my flagging exercise routine going) AND my decision to ride my bike to work today for the first time this spring.
Then I go to work and help unpack everything, receive the last of the furniture, deal with keys (yet again), log co-workers concerns and complaints and, and, and...
And I'm so dead I could fall asleep right now. Except I want to watch more of BSG and drink a beer. If I can make it to the tv by crawling.