If you follow me on Twitter, you keep that I've been working crazy amounts of OT. For the month of June, I've hit over 110 hours. Usually my work week looks like four 14-16 hour shifts back to back, then working anywhere from 8-12 hours on my RDOs. I give myself a 24-hour period work free one a week, to do laundry, meal prep for the week, run errands, and sleep.
Today was my 24-hour work free period, and all week long I've been looking forward to one thing that I wanted to do today: go to the beauty supply store and get more industrial strength concealer for my under eye bags thanks to all the OT, and I was going to splurge, walk around, and treat myself to a few other things yet to be determined that caught my eye.
I worked until 0600 this morning, knocked out by 0730, and was up around 1300. Got ready (aka put on workout clothes so people would be less judgey), and was out the door.
I found the concealer quickly (we are besties), threw in a bath bomb, some lipstick... A couple other things. On what was supposed to be an enjoyable stroll around the beauty store (which I normally really really enjoy and have to work really hard on self-control and not buy EVERYTHING there), I found myself standing in the middle of the store asking myself if it were okay to leave to go back to bed yet.
A few errands later and I'm back at home. Was thinking of using one of those bath bombs, but came to the conclusion of this:
If I'm going to be laying down, why would it be in a bath and not in bed?
Sounds like I need more sleep. 💤
Today was my 24-hour work free period, and all week long I've been looking forward to one thing that I wanted to do today: go to the beauty supply store and get more industrial strength concealer for my under eye bags thanks to all the OT, and I was going to splurge, walk around, and treat myself to a few other things yet to be determined that caught my eye.
I worked until 0600 this morning, knocked out by 0730, and was up around 1300. Got ready (aka put on workout clothes so people would be less judgey), and was out the door.
I found the concealer quickly (we are besties), threw in a bath bomb, some lipstick... A couple other things. On what was supposed to be an enjoyable stroll around the beauty store (which I normally really really enjoy and have to work really hard on self-control and not buy EVERYTHING there), I found myself standing in the middle of the store asking myself if it were okay to leave to go back to bed yet.
A few errands later and I'm back at home. Was thinking of using one of those bath bombs, but came to the conclusion of this:
If I'm going to be laying down, why would it be in a bath and not in bed?
Sounds like I need more sleep. 💤
