I hate my watch

Well, OK- maybe not my watch per se.  I really rather like the old thing (that's why I got it) what I really hate is what it represents.  To me it represents the time constraints of the working world.  Now don't get me wrong, I do like my job.  I love working with people, helping them to get back to their lives.  But I really dislike when my job gets in the way of my life.  Right now I have way too many irons in the fire.  I'm exhausted after this weekend, still have apples and now more pears to put up, need to clean out the garden and planter boxes in the backyard (hard freeze last night), still need to strip wallpaper in the upstairs bathroom and repaint, paint the boys' room, and now need to go get a new coat for K8 (darn that kid, he had the audacity to grow over the summer!).  We're short staffed at work which means I'm picking up other therapists patients in addition to my own stuff so I'm extra busy.  So I'm TIRED!  But there are things to get done that no one else will likely do.

But what I would really like to do is to have a nice warm cup of  chamomile tea, snuggle in a blanket and pretend to read a book.