Things come and go in waves of easier and harder. Just when I feel like I've made it back to shore and things have corrected themselves, something else comes along that is harder and more difficult to deal with on my own.
I just wish I was still in New Orleans where everything was lovely and manageable. Everything was broken into small bites instead of at home where things come in large shovelfuls.
I am exhausted and feel like I can't give anything 80%, let alone the 100% that it all deserves.
Three more weeks until work slows down and the quarter is over. Now provided I passed the West-E, that should be much more tolerable but we shall see.