I'm more than a little embarrassed that it's been nearly 2 months since my last post here. Time seems to have just slipped away from me. I hear that's common the older you get. Remember the days when summer seemed to last forever and you thought that Christmas would never arrive? Now, I feel like I have zero hours to get anything done!
Sadly, much of it is due to the absolutely suck-atude of my job. There was a time that I crawled out of bed around 4:30 in the morning, walked into work at 6am and was home by 3:30pm. Those were the days. With the financial cutbacks of our time, my schedule has changed drastically. I lost my shift to someone with more seniority because they were reducing the amount of people working. Four days out of the week I'm not going in until 9am and I don't get home until 6:30pm. Not a big difference you say? Well, it wouldn't be if I didn't go to bed at 9pm! Sorry, but I'm tired and worn out, so my bedtime didn't change with my shift. Mondays I get a small reprieve going in two hours earlier and getting off two hours earlier. That's the day I get to run some of my lesser errands that can't wait until the weekend, so it's not the break you would think it could be. I know very well that I should be grateful that I even *have* a job, don't get me wrong, I am. That doesn't change the fact that my life sucks big donkey right now.
So I'm a zombie during the week after work, my fibromyalgia is antagonized beyond belief and the only thing I have any real energy for is playing World of Warcraft for about an hour or so. With fibro-fog I can't concentrate on knitting very well and WoW is pretty much a no brainer most of the time.
All that being said, I did start my "Central Park Hoodie". I knit a bit on the weekends while catching up with tv shows from the past week. I find the time between running errands and trying to keep the house in order.
I was blessed with the best husband a woman could hope for and so the burdens aren't shouldered alone. Here's a man who gets up at 3:30 in the morning, drives and hour and a half to work then again after work. He takes care of the animals when he gets home at 3:45pm, fixes dinner and does a few other chores. Wow, good thing I married a man 9 years younger than myself, haha! My shift is just as hard on him as it is on me and I appreciate him immensely.
It seems I have some decisions to make, though I make them hesitantly. It was sheer luck when I got the shift that I had and though they say that things could change and I'll get my shift back, I don't believe them. So do I job hunt, knowing that in all likelihood I'm going to working a similar shift? Yea, doesn't make sense does it.
So, for now, I'll knit when I can and maybe during the zen-like times of actively knitting I'll come up with a solution that will allow me to have both a life and a career.