You know.

After all these months of planning out how I’m getting to/from work every day; after all the weeks where my stress level was through the roof because I didn’t quite know how I was getting back and forth; after all the days of waiting around, leaving early, and last minute rushes because my schedule was not truly my own.

You’d think that the last thing that would bother me would be the logistics of getting to the DMV, getting my paperwork in order, and getting to work.  And yet, I’m stressed as hell about Tuesday. I suppose it is always the little things that manage to torture me.

So it’s Thursday, and this means the worst part of the week is behind me. For some reason though, waking up on Friday mornings has been especially difficult. There doesn’t seem to be a pattern to it. It’s just the alarm startles me out of a deep sleep on Friday mornings and I so don’t want to get out of bed.

I’m ready for Thanksgiving Break.