It’s a common question after a long break: “How’s everyone adjusting to getting back into the routine?” For some of my family members, this has been easy to answer.
“Lyle was beyond thrilled to see his babysitter again, and he was happy to get back to nursery school, too.”
“Baxter seemed to jump right back in and was glad to see his friends.”
“Matt was counting the minutes until he could go back to work and put an end to the non-stop activity and socializing. I’ve never seen someone so happy to go back to work!”
But I’ve been avoiding answering this question for myself this week. That’s mostly because I don’t want to scream loudly at the friendly people who are making small talk with me.
I loved seeing all the kids I work with, and my colleagues. I enjoyed talking to the families about how the break went for their kids and hearing both the successes and the horror stories. All of that was great and very satisfying. I missed those parts of my work when I was away.
But it’s the pace. The pace, and the amount of work I need to do daily to stay afloat. And the fatigue, especially on the days I’ve been to the gym before work. Those things, and running in so many directions every day. By last night I was sitting at my desk in the darkening clinic, unable to get myself motivated to pack up, clean up the toys in the clinic, and drive home to spend the evening with my sweet but loud and boisterous boys, only to work at my desk after they go to bed and then go back and work all day again today.
In the end, I didn’t go back in today, because I’m not feeling well this morning. I don’t know if I’m coming down with something or if this is just complete and utter exhaustion, but I am out of energy and feeling lousy.
Here’s what I was contemplating on my drive home last night: would it be better to a) take the night off and read a great book lying on the couch by the fireplace? or b) get the work done that needs doing today so that it doesn’t keep piling up on me, causing total overwhelm in another day or two? As enticing as choice (a) was, I chose (b); I am too wary of the overwhelm because it leads to such major procrastination and more stress in the end. But then, when do I get a break? I’m not looking for a long break, just an evening to myself. On Saturday, when I’m not feeling well and stuck here in bed? That’s not quite it, either.
So what do you do? Do you just put it all aside so that you get some rest, even knowing that it’ll make tomorrow worse for you? Or do you keep on truckin’, opting for the steady sound of check-marks on your to do list?
Please, I’ll take any and all insights.