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Bah Humbug

Definitely feeling some end of the year burnout. As I try to rest and recharge I'm constantly reminded that sometimes my time is just not my own. Even when it should be. Like evening winding down time- when my injured back feels like it's in a vice grip and I've just laid down...not the best time to call me into duty...especially after I've made it known that I can do whatever it is the very next morning. There's no respect for my time and its made me want to just crawl into a ball away from everyone and sleep. And when it happens it reminds me of every late night text or too early (before 8 am really?) message tugging on my sleeve about something needing to be done.
And guilt trips...I don't need those. I don't get to take any kind of lovely trips so forgive me if I definitely say no to those kind of trips.
If its always about you, you, you and there's never any regard to me, me, me I'm not going to be a happy camper doing whatever I'm being called to do -at an inconvenient time for me.
Always happy to help but sometimes it DOES have to be on my terms.
Grumpy? A bit. A whole year of this with no break gets to be tiresome.
I'm once again reminded its never about me Im just the facilitator to make other things happen for other people.
Bah humbug- I went from Christmas cheer to Bah Humbug in less than 12 hours flat.

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