My heart has been a little bit broken lately.
I've been working like a crazy mad woman. And it's catching up with me.
Last night, I got home a little before 6, which was really early for me. I watched two hours of Friends reruns, all the while wishing I could just go to bed. Finally, I talked to my mom and she said, "You're a night owl, and I have spent so much of my life trying to get you to go to bed. But nothing would make me happier than if you went to bed right now."
I cried. And then I went to bed. I slept 10 hours last night. And it was glorious.
But today, the work was still there, and it's coming in faster than I can send it back out. And I'm really good at my job, too. But, alas, I am human.
And because I'm human, I'm also having flashbacks to this time last year. Last year, when I was also crazy crazy stressed at work. And I was trying desperately to ignore the fact that my relationship with The Ex-Boyfriend Formerly Known as Mr. Wonderful was going to hell.
I'm remembering all this stuff that I buried. Like how Ex-Wonderful capped off a week-long July vacation by announcing to me less than an hour from home that he just didn't have his act together enough for us to get engaged by the end of the year. Or how he made me cry in front of the bathroom remodeling guy because 1 / 4 of my front car tire was on his new concrete drive that wasn't supposed to be driven on for another 12 hours. Or any number of other signs that sweet eight-pound, six-ounce baby Jesus, this was so not the man for me.
Really? It's been a stressful year.
But it's also been a really sweet year. Like tonight.
I worked from home today and was so busy working that I never changed out of my rather ripe dog-walking clothes from this morning. And my hair made me look vaguely homeless. But I went over to my friend Kate's house for dinner anyway. And she didn't act like I looked like crap, even though I know I did.
Kate made homemade pizza - like, homemade crust and everything. Did you know that you can do that? Yeah, me neither. We laughed and ate and gossiped and laughed some more. Then we stalked college friends and frenemies on Facebook, which took about two hours. Finally, I left because it's a school night ... but it was a little late to be running to the grocery, which I needed to do without question because I was totally and completely out of toilet paper.
Kate sent me home with a party favor: not one, but two rolls of toilet paper.
I feel wealthy beyond belief. And my heartbreak isn't so fresh.