What was I thinking, that I could travel back from Mallorca to Madrid to Newark over a 24 hour time span, not sleep on the plane, and then find myself fresh as a daisy?
After not getting to sit next to my husband on the way home from our one and only HONEYMOON?
After coming home and unpacking and doing laundry and getting my school stuff sorted?
After having severe anxiety and tinges of depression over starting back to work, having just spent the past two months being my own boss?
After eating absolute junk on the plane and then not eating anything upon arrival home due to lack of hunger from fatigue?
After getting all emotional and whiny and bitchy and then breaking into uncontrollable sobs while on the phone with one of my Bffs over something that neither one of us has any control over?
After not taking allergy medicine after having an allergic reaction to the kitty because I have been away from her for so long?
After not taking even a half of a Tylenol PM or any other sleeping aid or even drinking a glass of wine before bed to try and lull me to sleep?
Was I actually thinking I would get to sleep on my own and wake up fresh as a morning spring, ready to start a new year?
Or am I a masochist who was secretly looking forward to having a miserable combination of jet lag and insomnia on the eve of my first day back to work?
What's La Pointe of It All? Simple - this is going to be a long, long day.
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