I took last week off from work, but I feel like I'd be better rested if I'd just gone into the office instead. We've been going non-stop since Monday, and it shows.
I've spent the last two days in some sort of manic episode--too exhausted and emotional to sleep, so I just keep going, going, going. I even cleaned out the junk drawer. It's been pure madness. I tried to take a nap yesterday afternoon--my whole body ached and I was totally exhausted, but I just laid there wide awake for 45 minutes until I gave up. Super fun.
Last night, we had two of our close friend/neighbors over for dinner, and courtesy of my inability to rest, the house looked great, the kitchen was clean despite the cooking, and I even broke out the good china, crystal and my grandmother's silver.
Dinner was lovely, but one of our friends is about to lose her mom to cancer, so there were many, many tears. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make it all better. I can't stand that either of them are in this much pain--I just ache for them. It's hard to watch a good friend sobbing on your couch and know that there's nothing you can do to make it better. We're here, of course--we hugged and tissued and soothed--but it's all so superficial compared to what she's dealing with.
This week has been so heavy. I'm attending another funeral today, and all I can do is hope that when 2014 shows its face next week, it will bring some relief. I am so ready for a new year.