"A Day Off"

A day off just doesn't really feel like a "day off" anymore.

-Getting up at 5:30 to let out the dog
-Start the laundry
-Make Nick breakfast while he gets ready to leave for work
-Do the dishes that I didn't do last night after work because i was so exhausted
-Swifer and mop the floor from my puppies muddy footprints he tracks in each time he goes outside
-I sit down to watch the news.... then remember to...
-Pay the bills, then I realize oh its Wednesday (aka garbage day).....
-Wheel the trash down the slushy driveway
-make the bed
- see my slipper torn up with fluff all over my floor which leads to...
-vaccuuming
-emptying the vaccuum cannister. . . the trash is full so i can barely get all the dust and dirt in there..
- take the the trash, run it down the driveway in hopes the truck hasn't come yet
- check emails

- go to make lunch. . see the cantaloupe is lying sideways in the Tupperware and leaking..
- wipe out the entire sticky fridge
- time to change over the laundry and fold and put away the dry stuff...
- muddy puppy footprints appear once again
- review my NICU orientation study materials for  work
- get a call from grandma and before I know it an hour's gone by.
- i probably should go buy groceries as I see I have nothing to make for dinner
- get the mail
- drag in the garbage bins
- see piles of dirt/slush in my garage that have fallen off my car, shovel it out so i don't have to walk through it
- my puppy during the 15 minutes I was in the garage managed to tear apart part of a pillow.
- clean up more fluff and stuffing
- let him outside
- clean up poop
-wipe up muddy footprints AGAIN
- put him in his kennel
- go to get groceries, the gas tank is empty in my car.

In utter frustration I decide to forget it and walk back into my house.

etc.
etc.
etc.

It is just never ending. Its no more laying on the couch watching 8 hours of netflix.

Sure I may stay in my pajamas, but that doesn't mean its relaxing.

I truly am blessed, I have a house to clean, a puppy to love and look after. But that doesn't mean a girl can't get a little stressed out.

I work friday/saturday/sunday 7p-7a, so i know i won't get much done in the next few days.

There is still so much I need to do.
-renew my RN license
-register our dog with the city
- print off pictures from last october thru now
- book a flight
- study guides x3 for work
- unpack my spring clothes from storage



Ahhh it felt good to vent. Sometimes I just need to write (type) out my frustration with my "day off".

Happy Wednesday.