The Real Kind of Tired Hits Fridays

5 Sep

I was beginning to see a pattern happening every Friday night, but it wasn’t deliberate.

It was exhaustion.

Duuuuuude.

For some reason Friday night has been the end of me.

I clock out.

I’m done.

My body is weary, not tired … weary.

 

Duuuuuuuuuuude

Duuuuuuuuuuude

 

 

Completely falls into a let’s lie down on the couch and exhale for five minutes … the kind of five minutes that turns into a two-hour veg out session, followed by a crash-out session that last until the crack of dawn.

I blame it on parenthood and the lack of staff around here … you know personal chef, dishwasher, chauffeur, babysitter, cleaning lady, gardener, and masseuse. I have none of that, and I’m sure plenty of you out there also get by on what I have, but come Friday don’t you just wanna crash?

Doesn’t your body say, c’mon now … c’mon now. That’s enough. You take one more step and you’ll be sorry.

And then you do, and you are.

Dude.

It’s hit me this month and I’ve had no reserve to get me by, I’m on echale!

And so my Friday night wild outings to the Regal Beagle have ceased to exist, and my dedicated musings on my blog have been absent. But I’m back on the wagon tonight, trying my best to get my writing juices flowing after getting a punch-me-in-my-stomach-thanks-for-trying-there-were-so-many-noteworthy-applicant-stories-this-year-so-it-was-hard-making-a-decision-but-we’re-just-not-that-into-you letter.

Yeah.

I got one this week and Ben & Jerry’s became a little richer as I emptied out the freezer section of my local VONS Supermarket. And even though I was still exhausted tonight, still on empty, and wallowing in cookie-dough ice cream I managed to break my Friday writing drought and get something on the page.

So for those of you who follow me regularly I apologize for my Friday absences, I wasn’t off enjoying spectacular three-day weekends, just making the butt print on my couch a little bit more permanent due to fatigue and exhaustion. Not the fake celebrity/actress/singers I’m tired because I’m on tour with my entourage tired. The real kind of tired. The working class, struggling to pay my bills existence, parent of two who hasn’t been on an actual vacation in seven years kind of exhaustion. That kind of tired. Getting one of those it’s-not-you-it’s-me letters didn’t help the cause either.

But it’s all good tonight, I’ve found a pocket of energy and I’m riding that through this post and a little fiction writing later, in the hopes of finally getting the congrats-we-totally-like-you-you’re-in letter.

Yes! Yes! Yes to the hippopotamus!

:)

🙂

 

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8 Responses to “The Real Kind of Tired Hits Fridays”

  1. shrinkmuch September 6, 2014 at 4:58 AM #

    Hilarious!!!!!!!!

  2. brickhousechick September 6, 2014 at 12:15 PM #

    Ay, Caramba!!! I will beat up those people who wrote you those letters! The nerve! Echale pa’ lante! 🙂

    • The Guat September 14, 2014 at 4:49 PM #

      Duuuuuuuuuude it was a rough week. I was totally on a downer when I got that letter, like a punch in the stomach and just ugh…and then on a personal level things are going pretty crappy. So it was definitely a tough one. Thanks for the love.

  3. lameadventures September 6, 2014 at 8:50 PM #

    As the week progresses, I notice that I always grow more and more exhausted, Guat, so by Friday I’m the walking dead, too. As you know, I don’t have kids, so I have to blame being me. This week, I watched way too much US Open Tennis every night. As for the rejection, I urge you to submit your story elsewhere. Don’t give up on it.

    • The Guat September 14, 2014 at 4:56 PM #

      Duuuuuuuude I totally feel you on the walking dead part, happens whether you have kids or not, I guess you feel more zombie like if you do. But watching the U.S. Open is a good kind of tired, because at least you’re watching some great tennis. And you know … thanks so much for the encouragement. I was totally on a downer the entire week, it sucked on all levels, with nothing positive around me and trying to tread water and your words of encouragement at the end really did it for me. They were so simple, but totally helped me out.Thanks so much.

  4. Kyaru September 7, 2014 at 4:02 PM #

    Ice cream therapy works. They should make it a thing. Just keep pushing those stories, we and your local grocery freezers have got your back.

    • The Guat September 19, 2014 at 10:08 PM #

      Ha! Thanks for that, and you know what? They should totally make it a thing. I’d be a great customer.

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