Can you put me back together once again?

I am scrambling back through my memory to try can recall a period of time at work that has been as chaotic as this last week has been. I have made virtually no progress on the three projects on which I am on thanks in large part to this chaos. It turned out to be a perfect storm, timed perfectly to coincide with the first week of NaNoWriMo, and half a dozen other non-work-related things and I have been barely treading water. I feel like my writing career is on an upswing, so I have worked hard this week to not give into the temptation of cutting back on that. The day job hasn’t slowed down at all. There’s the time I want to spend with Zach and Kelly. Something has had to give, and it has been sleep.

Tuesday night, I got about 3.5 hours.  I got another 3.5 Wednesday night.  Last night I got 6.  Thirteen hours over a span of the last four days. It’s beginning to take its toll on me.

Things boiled over yesterday. It started with some server problems that stole my attention from some high priority metrics I was gathering. It took up most of my day. I dashed out of work at 5 because Kelly had called to tell me that she couldn’t get the gas cap off her car. I got home and managed to get the gas cap off for her.  She had made a delicious-looking vegetable pie for dinner.  I say delicious-looking because all I could do was look. I didn’t have time to eat. I hate to race over to the Woodrow Wilson Library for a meeting of our homeowners association.  It was our annual board elections last night, and there was some other business being reported that I wanted to be there for.

That meeting started at 6pm and lasted until nearly 8pm. These meetings usually amusement because of their rigid adherence to parliamentary procedures. Watching the proceedings reminds me of a D&D game. When ever a call for a vote comes before the association, I always tempted to shout out “Nay” just because no one ever does.  During the meeting, my phone started to ring and for nearly 2 hours it didn’t stop. More chaos at work.

The meeting adjourned at 7:50. I had planned to gas up the car, head home, have some veggie pie and then sit downstairs with Kelly and watch sitcoms. Instead, I headed home, grabbed my badge for work, kissed Zach goodnight, and headed into the office where I did some forensics on the problems we were having. I finished at 10pm.  I drove home, stopping for gas.  I reported to Kelly the goings on at the HOA meeting and then we went to bed.  It was sometime around 11 when I drifted off to sleep.

Zach managed to sleep in his crib most of the night, for a change. But at about 4:30 he woke up crying. I brought him into our room so he could sleep with Kelly and I headed downstairs. There was no point in going back to sleep if I had to be up in 30 minutes anyway.  I did my NaNoWriMo writing for the day, showered and at 7:30, I was out the door.

On Friday’s it typically takes me 10 minutes to drive the 5 miles into the office. This morning it took 40. Bilbo Baggins best described how I feel at the moment:

Sort of stretched, like… butter scraped over too much bread.