Doggie Bag Tired

Man-oh-man, what a week this has been! 

The whole week has been physically and emotionally draining. I've had to use my "mommy voice"  with, and think for,  far too many folks.  It's nice knowing I'm needed, but I'm ready to be less needed. 

My Supervisor said she thinks I need a bulldozer. 😮 

My response was, "Some might say I 'rollator' over everyone already." 😉

Yesterday, when I finally arrived home after work, I was so physically tired and emotionally drained I didn't even want to consider cooking.  The mere thought of making a sandwich was overwhelming.  

I finally decided my dinner would be a bottle of water and a small apple. 

I couldn't even polish off the apple.  

I ended up sharing it with TheGirls, then going to bed early. As I fed TheGirls small chunks of skinless apple, Moggy sat next to me and kneaded my leg. With his claws extended. 

He didn't want any of the apple--he just wanted my undivided attention 

Talk about a needy cat! 

Of course, after just a few hours sleep I woke  up hungry, so I trudged in to the kitchen in search of a quick, but filling, snack. 

When I opened the fridge I spied my Sunday lunch leftovers: 4oz steak (medium rare), half a sweet potato (fully loaded), and half the bread loaf.  I don't like soggy salads so I always finish them at the restaurant--one of the reasons my doggie bags are at least half of the main course. 

Back to the fridge:  I ate half of the half leftovers standing up.  

At the open fridge.  

Straight from the take away box. 

No nuking. No utensils. 

Tonight I'm less tired. But not by much. 

So, I finished the steak off. 

I did not nuke it. 

I'll leave it to your imagination as to whether or not I used utensils.  😉