BookWenches

By Clea

Last week at work, I had to participate in a week-long meeting to revamp a department process. Our company does these multiple times a year, but this was my first time participating in one. I had heard stories about how tiring it was, but you never really know how exhausting it is until you’re in the middle of one. Clea

Every night I came home with a tension headache, dreaming of curling up in bed with a good book. However, I never got to do that, because it was also a busy week at home. We were out doing something every night of the week. I would come home, pop a couple of Tylenol, eat a quick dinner, pack up the kids and head right back out the door. By the time we got home and tucked the beasts into bed, I was so exhausted that I would plop myself in my own bed, open my book, read one sentence and pass out with the light on and book still in hand. Clea

This whole thing of being too tired to read just sucks. I went through the whole week feeling like I never got to rest, because reading is my main source of relaxation. I managed to make time to exercise but not to read, and while the exercise helps me decompress, it doesn’t relax me the same way a book does. Even if it’s only for 15 minutes a day, I have to read something to unwind. It’s why I carry a book with me everywhere I go: if I have to wait in line, or if I catch a few minutes at work, I break out my book. Next time I need to build a contingency plan to get through the revamping work process. And it shouldn’t only consist of two nights of drinking wine, daiquiris and Jello shots with my fellow wenches at the end of the week. Not that that wasn’t a hoot and a half, but that is another story for another time. Clea