Pace Yourself

Every first Monday of the month, I trek down to the.land.of.cubicles for a two hour meeting with my team. About half of us werk from home, so it's a good time to catch up with one another in person. I usually try to make the most of my trip by scheduling other meetings with folks I don't normally get to see, which makes the 100+ mile round trip seem a little more purposeful sometimes. Although meeting with my team is always encouraging to me!

I was wondering how I would fare with making the trip down and back in one day yesterday, along with having a get together with some friends in the evening. By the time I got home and peeled myself out of the Jeep, I was weary. I have a hunch that the baby has moved to a new position that involves laying/pushing/standing on my pelvis, creating an achy pain that is kind of exhausting. I tried to lay down and take a nap before heading out again, but sleep escaped me. It's rather hard to shut off my brain these days.

After coming home for the evening, I knew I had hit a wall (evidenced by my ability to produce irrational tears at the drop of a hat). I had found myself listening to conversations with my friends instead of engaging in them, and I knew it was time to go to bed. I am not usually the wallflower in a group, and I was beginning to make myself uncomfortable!

Perhaps the drive to the.land.of.cubicles and going out was just a bit too much for me to handle. It's time to take a step back and realize that my 'normal' is changing quickly these days...even for the.home.werker who gets to werk at home in her pj's until noon most days.