Aging....... oh Gawd!

It seems like yesterday I could run all day, and then go out and dance all night, eat breakfast, shower and go to work again! Sleep? Who needed it!

Now, as I sit here waiting for time to go to bed, I wonder where that time went.

My job is very demanding. Ok, so maybe it seems so to me. They tell me all the time to let my staff do the hard work. Well, they don't have to work with my staff! I want it done right, so I am right there along with them, and most of the time, I am doing the most and sweating the most! I work, then run and check other areas, and then run back and work some more. I sit and eat my lunch at my computer so I can catch up on the emails that people shoot off to me, asking for something "special". There is a word I am beginning to HATE!!

Since I started out this way, even my boss depends on me doing that. He does not hesitate to call and add to my burden. All the departments do, because they know one way or other, it will get done. And I'm getting tired of doing it.

I have perfected my resume. It sounds awesome. And now I am looking to find a job back home. But THIS time, I am doing it right. I hope. lol

I would love to come home and clean. Or go shopping. Or do something with a friend. I am tired of coming home tired. I sit down, and my body stiffens up. I limp and cripple my way to the bathroom, to the kitchen for food, to my computer. This is not right!

They tell me all the time at work they have never seen anyone with so much energy. I am on the go constantly. Should I tell them that the minute I sit down, my day is over? Ya know? Age catches up with a person. I think my mind might not know it, but my body sure says, "Hey lady, you are heading toward 60. You shouldn't be doing this!"

Some day, I promise not to whine. I will be able to get online and hop up to do something here at the house. I will have that energy that has somehow disappeared. Gawd, if the woman whose boys I raised and potty trained while she worked would walk into my house, she would shit! She used to say my floors were so clean I could serve baby food from them. I am not obsessive-compulsive. I just always liked a clean house. I sure don't live in one now! And I hate that.

I hate not having the time or the energy or the inclination to paint! This job has taken all the fun out of my life, and I need to move on.

Enough whining!