I need a nap.

Late last night, I realized that I had a very productive week.  

Early this morning, I realized that the productivity had come with a price.

A very rare spurt of spring-cleaning energy combined with my poor husband working insane hours and having insanely hard days at work (due to a new boss) means that I have been doing double duty at both work and home.  In spite of the 90-100+ temperatures, I have been on a rampage - busting my butt at work only to come home and do project after project to finally - finally - get my house organized.

Within the past week I have:

At work:

1. Successfully managed the installation of a much-needed new postage machine.
2. Saved hundreds of dollars a month of my budget my doing some re-negotiations with a vendor.
3. Narrowed the 100+ applications I received (in 3 days!) down to 12-15 viable applicants for the position I am hiring for and started scheduling interviews.
4. Collected money from several departments and executives, went shopping at Babies R'Us and the local craft store, and produced a beautifully wrapped basket of baby essentials, complete with gift card and signed group cards, for my boss (the President), whose wife is having a baby on Monday.  It was worth it - I got a hug! (He doesn't hug).

At home:

1. I completely re-organized the cabinets under our bathroom sink, so our "master" bathroom looks pretty.
2. Completely re-organized my side of the closet.
3. Completely went through our bookshelf, tossing all the old unnecessary papers and other trash, and actually fit the entire stack of books that has been sitting on our floor for month.
4. Scrubbed both bathrooms
5. Done the dishes about 4 or 5 times
6. Done 75% of the laundry, washed, dried, folded.  
7. Vacuumed and mopped the floor (although you would never know to look at it).
8. Taken care of both kids - both of them got baths yesterday - and did I mention it's 100 degrees out and my baby is teething?

I also attended my last graphic design class for the semester and briefly attended the reception for our Spring Art Show (nothing of mine, but still cool inspiration). 

And that's on top of regular life... although to be fair, I've barely ate all week.

Whew! 

After all that, I decided to be a nice person and wake up with the kids this morning about quarter to seven.  I vaguely remember my husband agreeing to get up with them this morning, but I thought, well, I need to get up anyway.

My brain was reeling from all the things I needed to do; I was still riding the wave of productivity from last week.  (It's rare, but when the wave gets going it's hard to get off.) 

Today was the start of Aden's last week of preschool (ever! he starts kindergarten this fall), and as it was the only day we take him to preschool, it was also the last day we would get to take him to preschool ever.  Monday mornings I also have an 8am department meeting, and though I knew I could easily get off the hook, I still needed to call my boss (my other boss - I have two).

So, despite the fact that I wasn't walking in a straight line quite yet, I dialed the phone.  The first time, I realized I dialed the wrong person.  I didn't even know I had that number (I deleted it).  The second time I reached my boss, L:

"Alyssa, what's wrong?"

"Nothing.  I was just wondering if it's ok if I miss this morning's meeting.  It's the last time I can take Aden to preschool, and I'd really like to take him."

"Alyssa.... it's Sunday." (!!!)

"Ohmigosh!  I'm so sorry!  That should tell you how tired I am."

(Lots of laughter) "You know I'm never going to let you live this down".

"I know."

Like I said, the productivity has a price.  I plan on going to bed early tonight.