Nothing left...

I knew this was not going to be a "fun" weekend, but it was worse than I imagined.

In an effort to have some sort of break this weekend, we went to the movies on Friday night ("Body of Lies"). Then, we went to the Super Target at SouthPark Meadows to get a gift for an upcoming baby shower. Man, I love Super Target - I haven't been to that location before, but I might just bear the extra stress of driving on I-35 to go there instead of going to the one that I usually go to on Lamar. We capped off the night with a treat from Amy's Ice Cream. It was a lovely, low-key night out with K.

Since this weekend was an "off" weekend from running, I was looking forward to finally having a chance to sleep in, especially when I was up early several days last week for work and other things. I jumped right in though mid-morning to doing stuff for my class. I had to watch 13 20-minute videos of my students role-playing a therapy session with a classmate and read their accompanying critique paper and transcript analysis. Meanwhile, I had effectively "kicked" K out of the house so that I could focus on my work, so he went out downtown to watch football with friends. After about 6 hours though, I hit a wall. I was wiped out. And, I had 8 more videos to go! I was hoping to take a break with a nice dinner out with K, but that wasn't in the cards. Watching football downtown with friends apparently turned into getting drunk while watching football downtown with friends. I was not happy. So, we had a huge argument instead of my nice dinner out. And, I finished off the night with reviewing yet another video and paper.

So, I woke up (alone) this morning and once again dived right into grading the assignments. Again, I really tried to maintain focus and just plow through it as best I could. I'm relieved to say that I just finally finished. I am absolutely brain dead now though. Wiped out, got nothing left in me.

I really don't know if I can do this. I mean, I know that I obviously "can" because I just did, but I don't know if I want to do this, especially if K isn't willing or able to pick up the slack around the house and provide emotional support to me when it's needed. Again, I worry because this isn't the end either. Tomorrow night, I have to prepare my lecture notes for 3 chapters for class on Wednesday.

And, ya know, work 40+ hours at my full-time job too.