I made it

Hahahhaha.

All blog posts start with an obligatory, hahahaha.

It was a rough week. I survived. I am still more sure than ever that I need to give up the truck life. I worked 20 hours yesterday and served over 4000 people with the 2 trucks and drop off catering. Who does that? When I got home last night, at 2 a.m., I barely made it up the stairs to get to the shower. My legs hurt, my back hurt. I took a shower, ate a slice of 12 hour old pizza, and popped a left over muscle relaxer. I woke up this morning, feeling like a train hit me, but I slept in until 9:30 a.m.

I was on the truck last night with my son, for the 11 p -1 a spot and I was tired. He told me to not work so hard, and I asked him what I would do, if I didn't do that. He said "live your life".

The older I get the more I want to do that. I have lived so long in a away that I need for everything to be productive. I sometimes don't know if I know another way. I don't know how I became that way. Or I do. And I just wonder if I am capable of change.

Time will tell.

For now, I have taken the day to chillax. I forced myself out of bed and to the bank and the grocery store. That really made me feel a lot better. I logged in for some phone sex calls, I took a nap. I wanted to get online to stream, but I just couldn't pull it together mentally. I'm tired. I'm so tired. I have today as a respite, but back to work I go in the a.m. Mother's Day doesn't mean much, except I am taking my mom and kids to dinner tomorrow night. The early bird dinner.

I may do some metal box streaming next weekend. We shall see. I will def be online in the office in the morning. I don't know how that will be, but I will be there. Sorry if I am short on words. It's just the trucking season, and I am truckered out.