Going back to work this morning was, in a word, difficult. I'm not sure why my bed didn't want to let me go, but when the alarm went off for the third time I had to force my feet to the ground just to break out from the comfiness of the blankets. Lack of sleep the last two days didn't help. Between my family's parties and then Room mate's house party Saturdy into Sunday (he finally kicked everyone out at 5 a.m.) my bed called my name awfully early last night.
As it turns out I should have stayed in bed. I had completely forgotten we were down a person this week, which means way more work today. I was so swamped that when my co-worker walked in I nearly kissed her...o.k., maybe not kiss her but my mood improved 1000%. The chocolate break I took at lunch was well timed too.
An now, ah now, I'm finally home, back on my couch, catching up on my DVR'd episodes of The Real Housewives of Orange County and Top Chef, enjoying a small glass of Jameson's (thank you cousin Amanda!) letting the day just melt away.
The only thing missing is my other half...