I love having Wednesdays off.
This has been a particularly crazy work week (two 10-hour shifts so far, complicated by a three hour required class after work on Monday night) and it's nice to have a break in the middle of it all.
Of course, because it's an insane week, I'm totally striving to stock my freezer with homemade soups that will carry us through many harried work-night dinners to come. Because I can totally handle insanity like that.
Last night I glanced at myself in the mirror shortly after my batch of homemade Roasted Tomato Basil Soup was put aside to cool before going in the fridge to chill. My eyes were totally bloodshot. The red was offset by the dark circles underneath. I looked like I had pulled a few too many all-nighters in the casino.
Not pretty.
And because I'd like to show up at the playground with my daughter today and NOT look like I just finished smoking a bunch of weed, I went to bed at 8:45. I think I got approximately seven minutes in to my book before I passed out.
And the great thing about conking out shortly before 9 p.m. is that you can roll out of bed at 6:20 a.m. feeling somewhat refreshed and ready for a day of laundry, playing, cooking, freezing, and trying to convince a certain someone to be brave in the face of a flu shot.
The bags under the eyes are still there, but the whites have restored their whiteness. Thank God.
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