We went back to work yesterday, after a little over two weeks off. When we have that much time off the road, sometimes I have a hard time getting back into our routine. Which, really, is no routine at all.
We drive when we want, sleep when we want, eat when we want. We typically have no set schedule. But while at home, we usually get up around eight, have some breakfast and then plan our day. Lunch is at a reasonable hour and dinner is usually at five, with my parents or with my brother and his family. The problem wtih that, is my mother's insatiable need to know what we want for dinner, starting with a phone call or text a little before nine each morning, asking, "What do you think you want for dinner tonight?
My answer was always the same, every day for two weeks, "Mom. Seriously? I just opened my eyes. How can I possibly know what I want for dinner when I haven't even had breakfast yet??"
And her answer was always the same, every day for two weeks, "Well, I have to plan. I need to know if I have to defrost anything or go to the store."
Ugh, schedules. And people with schedules; even worse.
So now that I'm back in the truck and back on my non-schedule, I'm so screwed up from my wake-at-a-reasonable-hour-three-meals-a-day-no-time-for-naps-dinner-with-the-folks routine, that I can't seem to get back into mine.
I kinda don't feel like working. Ed, on the other hand, is cracking the whip so hard I think he left a mark in my faux wood flooring. He keeps asking me when I'll be ready to drive and me, not being too fond of committing to anything, keeps answering him with, "I don't know yet....I think I might need a nap."
I find when I get back on the road, the motion of the truck, regardless of how much shut-eye I've gotten the night before, makes me verrrry sleepy. And it doesn't help that we're on a team run and actually have a real schedule for this delivery. I have to work and I have to do it around a federally imposed time clock.
If I wasn't heading for gorgeous fall foliage and the promise of a leaf peeping tour, I'd be kicking and screaming waaay more than I already am.
Good thing one of us in this truck (um, not me) knows the difference between work and play and when we have time for each.
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