I came to the conclusion that it's because of chaos, (derived from the Ancient Greek Χάος ), which typically means a state lacking order or predictability. That pretty much sums up the way things have been going, especially at work. Yesterday was inventory, and as you might imagine, preparing for a supershoppingstore to be counted is quite an undertaking. So many things have to be in the right places in order for them to be counted. We do have a team of about 4o people who come in and do the actual counting, and they get it done rather quickly, all things considered. But what happens to those of us who have to prepare for inventory? typically, we work a lot of long hours, strange shifts, and pray for the day to arrive and be done with. I worked 7 hours on Sunday, a five hour shift early Monday morning, slept 3 hours, then back to work for another 6 hour shift, home at midnight, slept 3 hours, then back to work at 5am Tuesday for another 6 hour shift. Yep, its crazy. Yep, I'm too old for this. Yep, I was tuckered after all that. :)
The rest of the chaos comes in at home: when you're tired enough that doing anything other than slipping into a shower, or falling into bed, is too much trouble. Piles of clothing lay where they're dropped. Laundry piles up. Dishes, if there are any, pile in to the sink. Vacuum? Dust? Clean anything? Heavens no!! This was my 11th inventory, and I know the routine, and am mostly prepared for it. Hence, the day after is a day off :)
It's also a great day for not only catching up and putting my chaos back to rights, its also the day I do something for me. All the girly things that get left by the wayside ... after a long shower, a lotion rubdown from head to toe, not missing an inch! Ahhh, the simple things in life are often the most pleasant :)
1,2,3,4,5,6,7.....(oops, done counting)...
HUGSSSS to everyone!
