Tired.

I am really, really tired. (This is not one of my more refined posts. It's pretty much just a vent.)

Sunday was a long football day. We got up at 8 to get down to the Georgia Dome by 9:30 for a breakfast tailgate. It was totally worth it. Our friends L and T cooked blueberry and banana-nut pancakes, veggie-sausage strata, sausage and more goodies, on their portable grills in Parking Lot A, underneath an overpass in downtown Atlanta. Delicious food and great company.

The game itself was a snoozer until the second half, when the Bears starting to come out of hibernation and actually moved the ball... a bit. Then as everybody who watches Chicago football knows by now, they lost their last-minute comeback in the last 11 seconds.

We headed back to the tailgate, trying a different route than the one by which we had arrived at the game. We promptly got lost in a sea of fans and concrete. The rap music blared loudly, our t-shirts screamed "DA BEARS!" and the proud Falcons fans jeered at us. I panicked a little. It was kinda scary.

We finally found our way back to Lot A, where we enjoyed Part II of the copious spread. Returned home by 7, promptly fell asleep on the sofa for two hours, then woke up to work for 3 more hours before retiring at midnight.

Last night I worked till 11, fell gratefully asleep by midnight, then was awakened by a production support call at 12:30 or so. Up till 1:30. Up again this morning at 8. Long, long, long, terrible day of production support issues and continuing fights with the reports I'm trying to wrap up before my last day at my current job. (Hm... did I post explicitly about having given three weeks' notice last Monday??)

Nervous breakdown at 3 PM when I discovered I'd forgotten the dog in the backyard. She had jumped over the fence as she is wont to do, and rolled in something dead, her recently acquired favorite activity. Found her sprawled out on the neighbors yard eagerly accepting belly rubs. And smelling really, really bad. I scolded her pretty harshly. Just. So. Tired.

Called Ryan, and cried, about how tired I am and how these reports will never be done and how I just want to sleep for three days.

It's seven now. I can't wait to go to bed. I think we finally had a breakthrough on these reports - have a few more things to wrap up in order to get them to the users by tomorrow morning.

Aren't I supposed to be taking care of my body and my baby extra carefully right now? Why am I working so much?