On-call weekends aren't the worst, really. It means we stay close to home and in my case, have the potential to make a little extra money. Sometimes it means I get a bunch of stuff done around the house. More often than not, it means Mark and I go out to eat at least once...Yes, I drank a margarita...don't worry, they are so light on alcohol its like drinking a Slurpee.
On Sunday I worked 6 hours, then met him at Chuy's, followed by a marathon 3 hour nap. That never happens! In fact, I often tell him that I wish I could sleep at the drop of a hat, like he does. But I felt so sleepy driving in to work on Sunday morning, after having worked Monday through Saturday. Then I stayed up until 10 p.m. to enjoy dinner and visiting with Dylan and Michelle. I thought I had gotten plenty of sleep, but we were fairly busy at work on Sunday and by 1 p.m. I was out of gas. Add to that a giant Mexican lunch and I was struggling by the time we got home. I didn't even bother changing out of my scrubs. I just flung myself onto the bed next to Teddy. I was awake at 6 p.m., but it was all I could do to stay that way until bedtime, so I don't know what was going on - maybe a bug? Just tired? I skipped dinner and was asleep by 9:30, but on Monday I felt a little worn out still.
It's going to be a long week if this keeps up.
