Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Too bushed to boogie...
I spent a week at the RT Convention with Andrea and Lynn and 2000 other people -- which was so much fun, as always, but was also exhausting, as always.
I came home on Sunday to a family that needed attention and a week's worth of email to catch up on. Then it was straight into the week of regular Mom/Wife duty of taxi services and such. On Friday, I played Good Mom at AC's school, then packed up and headed for Montgomery for the Alabama Book Festival (again with Lynn Raye Harris and Andrea Laurence). It was a great day and well worth the trip, but it was also a long day and over six hours of travel time.
Sunday was spent at church listening to AC's choir sing, and then a trip to the gym 30 mins south of here for a training session for the new BodyFlow release so that I'd be cleared to teach it.
Yesterday, I had to go to Birmingham for a funeral.
I'm so sick of traveling -- in any form or fashion -- that I just want to lock the doors and refuse to go anywhere for a year or so. (But one look at my calender and I know that's just a pipe dream.)
I'm also exhausted. Like bone-weary. I'm so tired that my conference cough picked up while at RT is still lingering. It gives me that sexy, slightly raspy sound -- until I begin hacking, that is.
I need a long soak in a hot tub, a massage, an uninterrupted night's sleep and possibly a pedicure to recuperate. But I have a book to write, a child to ferry about, a newsletter that needs to go out, a luncheon to prepare for (including speeches), and a workshop to prepare. I'm also due at the radio station to record a spot for one of their local programs. So guess what all I'm not getting any time soon?
I know that I'm the one who signed myself up for all of this, so I really shouldn't complain. But honestly, some of this stuff has been on my calender since this time last year. It all seemed doable at the time...
And yeah, I'm already booking things into 2013, guaranteeing that this isn't the last time you'll hear this whine.
Anyone want to join me in a small, tasteful freakout followed by a temper tantrum?