There is a mountain of boxes in the garage. Sure, it is more like the Appalachians than the Rockies, but that does not make it less intimidating.
The thing about mountains, is that it takes a LOT of work (and more often time) to overcome them. This week, however, I have little to no time to spare. Up at 5:15, out by 6:15, at my desk by 7, on the road by 3:15, dressed and on the court by 4:15, home by 8:30, dinner done by 9, bed by 10. For those of you not super good at math, that is exactly one awake hour a day not allocated to something. Last night, I spent it going to Target to get appropriate shorts for coaching and groceries.
At practice yesterday, I found out that my coaching duties extend to weekends for all of August. Which means no Saturday recoveries (7 a.m. practice start times are not conducive to sleeping in). I'm not too down about that, and I'm hoping the early start means that I'll have the afternoons to delve into the unpacking of things and general house organization and that maybe RJ and I can sneak in a few venue visits into the plans for Sundays so we can nail down a date and location for the wedding.
But that still leaves some serious hills when you add in all the other normal things that typically go into a weekend (like laundry, errands, a social event or two, church, etc.). I know we'll get there, and that after I'm done at Research!America this week, there may even be a few days when I'll get to sleep for a full 8 hours!
College-me would be super distressed by this type of schedule wearing me down. Then again, college-me very rarely saw the sunrise or got to come home to a home-cooked meal from a loving and doting man. Despite the lack of zzz's, I think I have the better deal.