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By Eatingcrowpie @eatingcrowpie

These days, when I pull into the driveway after work I'm already thinking about going to bed. Lately I've been getting home pretty close to bedtime. Last week one of our main workers transferred to Maryland and we have been super busy ever since. We're all working late and on our off days, I've worked eleven days in a row and have no idea when the last time my boss took a day off. It's always like that- short on help, but lots of business.
By 8:30 I barely have brain cells left to breathe on my own much less think and you can forget about house cleaning. I've been doing the absolute bare minimum: washing clothes when we run out of towels and underwear, loading and unloading the dishwasher when there's nothing clean and no room in the sink for more. Boots has been doing the major domestic work. He's cut the grass, folded clothes, starched his work uniform, vacuumed the floor, and even scrubbed the toilet one day last week! It's really nice having someone that let's you go to bed before 9 and doesn't care that you lay around on the couch more than you used to.
I've noticed that I'm weaker than I was before too. I can't lift the things I used to with as much ease as I once could. I don't know if it's because I'm so tired or what, but it certainly doesn't make work easier. Yesterday I fell over the leg of a tent we were trying to move and nearly wiped out in the cemetery.
Last night I dreamed the baby was born as triplets, two girls and a boy. Talk about exhausted.

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