the dvr is 100% full.

... and i intend to put a dent in it before i miss out on one more hour of smut.

what a tragedy that would be.

pin.

since saturday morning at 5 a.m.{!}, i've woken up and raced out the door and come home at 11, 12, or 1 every single day and night. 

i've definitely missed some meals... and only had the energy for a 2-minute bowl of top ramen the others.

and when i came home from work last night, at one of the above stated hours, i dropped my keys in the key bowl, stumbled upstairs to my room in the dark and slipped into bed.  clothes, makeup + all.  i figured it would only be so many hours before i was up again.  just being efficient with my time, no?

i've spent a collective 23 awake minutes at my house this week and i'm ready for a reprieve.   

while eating lunch today - at a random place, on a random exit somewhere between midvale and ogden - i noticed how well pressed my co-workers button down was.  i believe my exact train of thought was this:

mmm, this food is so good... the best food i've tasted in 24 hours... uh, the only food i've had in 24 hours... i wish i'd decided against spanx today... so.many.layers... i should be in t.shirt and jeans today... but my jeans are in the laundry... how is it possible that he's so put together today?... he was at the office as late as i was... when did he have time to iron that?... oh, that's right, he's got a wife.... i bet he had dinner when he got home last night.... and breakfast this morning, too... and his sink isn't still full of sunday morning's dishes... and he doesn't have to worry about the laundry at midnight... or collecting the mail... or pay his bills from his smart phone in the parking lot  while buckling his shoes and applying lipstick {wait.} on his way into a 7:30 a.m. meeting... 

dang, i need a wife!

all the while, three engineers talked sports scores over a smothered burrito and i missed nothing of value by way of conversation, but felt internally deflated and defeated.

but then an hour later, i got word we won a new project and it kiiiiiind of made the maddening week all worthwhile.  kind of.  in the another-year-of-job-security kind of way... 

but i would be okay holding still for just a little long while. i would also be okay with a back massage and hired help to do my laundry.  and an ice cream cone.