A Desk Kicked My Ass

I’m exhausted. I took some melatonin last night because I knew that sleep would not come easy for me. I was so tired Friday evening when I laid down I slept until noon on Saturday. I did this after refusing to get up at ten like I had scheduled myself for ultimately. That was because, on Friday, I got up at 5:30 because of the cats. They needed food. I can’t and don’t begrudge them that, of course, but when you are not used to getting up that early, and you did not get into bed at a decent hour because you’re trying to build and make something more for yourself, it’s exhausting.

The truth is that most successful small business owners put in an insane amount of hours. And despite my lack of sleep this week, I know I’m on the right path because I haven’t once thought of it as work. I haven’t referred to it as work. I’ve said my writing. And honestly, that feels amazing. What does not feel amazing is attempting to put a desk together for the past six hours after submitting something for editing and proofreading. My mind has exhausted all efforts for the day. The directions are one big blur in a way.

So I came in here to write because this week, I have primarily written each blog post the day of and scheduled it for four in the afternoon. That seems to be when people view my blog the most, so it makes sense to keep that as the time per se. I wanted to write tomorrow’s today, but I probably won’t because I honestly just want to binge the hell out of a show tonight and write characters that I haven’t written in a week with some friends online. I also want my dog at my feet with his adorable self and maybe a kitty beside me. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

I will say that the new desk has kicked my ass. I took a break from writing this to go in there and finish it. I just wanted to complete it so I can work in there next week. Do I think it’s incredible? Yes. Do I curse an obscene amount of times? Yes. Do I believe that tiny demons put together the instruction pamphlet? Yes. But I will say I am glad I did it myself. However, I never want to do it again.

And I have to thank God for my dad. Despite how much I have yelled today and cursed, he stayed in there with me. At one point, he was in there without me because my mind could not do it anymore, which is why I originally came to write this. I mean, seriously, the next time I tell someone I can put together a desk, I want someone to hold me accountable and come slap some sense into me. I now understand why my dad chooses to pay a little bit more money sometimes to put things together now that he’s older. However, I will admit that him telling me the directions were wrong did not help!

For now, I am checking out per se. Anything else I had on my to-do list is transferred to tomorrow! And I will take a picture and post it on my Instagram and here to show you the desk that took five thousand hours to put together. Okay, fine, it took nine, and I’m exaggerating, but still. Praise to those at any office supply store that puts those desks together. You have my respect even more now than before.