Adjusting to change is tricky. You get some news and you prepare like heck for whatever change is going on in your life and you think you're ready. Then out of left field, this thing you aren't even anticipating comes and knocks you all out of whack and that, my friends, is exactly how I feel today.
Let me back up a little, and explain myself better. You all know by now that I've had a recent position change at work and now, instead of working three to four 12-hour shifts throughout the week (and weekends) I am now working a good ole Monday through Friday 9-5 like the other 90% of working Americans (I made that statistic up). I thought it would be great! I thought I would love having every single weekend to to whatever I pleased and that I would get off work and come home to cook dinner and relax with my boyfriend.
I didn't think I would miss the random Tuesday I had to myself to go grocery shopping or lay by the pool. I didn't think I'd miss those Thursdays off to catch up on laundry/dishes/general housework while having a Harry Potter marathon. I thought - this is what everyone does, it can't be too hard! Well my friends, it ain't easy. I've got a pile of (clean) laundry up to my ears because I can't find the time to put it away. More times than not, my dinner has consisted of mac and cheese or a pop tart or chips and salsa than a home-cooked meal because I'm so exhausted after work to cook anything too great. Not to mention the neglect I've been giving this blog.
Believe me, I know I sound like some huge nag right now and you're probably telling me to suck it up and get over it, which is basically what I've been telling myself over the last week. I'm working on it. I'm working on adjusting my routines and I'm working on saying goodbye to those Wednesday afternoons reading books at my leisure and saying hello to spending weekends with my friends and loved ones and not being on my feet for 12+ hours a day.