Burnt Out?

Well, not really.  But burnt out of thinking up witty post titles for the day at least.  Just had eight hours sleep but still tired, and there is soooooo much to do, both around the house and job search wise and everything else wise.  Ah well, with Mistress and Sir around, I am pushing myself to the limit of my abilities for them rather than taking the lazy option out.

Went to child two's assembly at school, Mistress had been forewarned that he was receiving an award, so got Sir and I to come along with her, give moral support to the child and everything.  However, if I had known the assembly was going to be an hour long, I would have done the actual getting ready properly thing beforehand, shower and breakfast and all.  And Mistress said later that she didn't like me being touchy feely at her child's school, especially with Sir on her other side.  I understand, but I was trying to stop myself being so as much as possible.  It's a hard life being a secondary - yes, that was written with a hint of melodrama hahaha.

Got home, Mistress was feeling overwhelmed with the housework.  It seems to be we fix one thing up and two others issues appear, but I think we are making progress.  The most important thing of yesterday was to write a letter to her bank, about the mortgage.  She has been procrastinating on it, and then when she has thought about it, she has gotten mega stressed, and procrastinated more - it is one of those vicious cycles.  So she used me as a circuit breaker, to be kinda somewhat neutral about what I wrote, rather than the bundle of emotions she is about it all.  But at the same time, writing a letter for Mistress, and especially this type of letter, is the most important thing I have written in a long time.  Job applications for myself may come and go, but one of them will stick eventually.  With something for Mistress, I put much more pressure on myself than perhaps I need to.

Got that done, and then the next task was passing my eye over a job application that Sir was putting together.  Which basically needed to be completely rewritten (for the selection criteria) or the order of the writing changed (the resume and the cover letter).  This from something that he had wanted us to just print out and send yesterday afternoon.  Lucky we didn't.  Sent it to him at work and he printed it off, but the formatting is a bit wrong, so I will have to redo it.  The majority of the work is done though.

After writing the stuff up, Mistress said I could have the rest of the afternoon, the rest of the day off, but I wanted to get the mountain of folding in the lounge out of the way as well.  So I did that.  And the sense of relief off Mistress at all that I was doing was palpable.  She then went back to the paint stripping, and I got forty minutes off.  I had found the Rugby World Cup on free to air television, and watched the second half of the New Zealand v Tonga game.  Woot, rugby!

Then I did an additional task for the day, which was kinda sorta naughty with Mistress saying I shouldn't do anything else but I wanted to do it.  I bought dinner.  Lazy Friday and it was take out pizza night.  Nom nom.  And then back to the paint stripping, with a reasonable amount of wine, and a copious amount of Coke.  My parents would die if they saw me taking the grout out of the windows - all those places they renovated and I hardly lifted a finger, I get Here and Mistress has me renovating around the month mark LOL.  Will be able to swap stories of renovation with the parents in about three days time.

Sir got home from work, and I was absolutely exhausted, again.  I said to him I didn't think I had done all that much with the day - apart from, you know, sort out the lives of both him and Mistress, with the important writing I had been doing.  Went to bed soon afterwards.

Woke up, out of a deep sleep, thought I had heard a moan from the bedroom.  Looked at the time, it was quarter past four, and I thought, god those two are up really really really late.  It wasn't them, it was the cats meowing, wanting to be let out.  Damn my razor sharp even in the middle of the night ears, damn me for waking up for the cats, damn me for hearing stuff that wasn't actually happening.  When Mistress reads this paragraph, she should get a laugh out of it though hahaha.

And then, later on this morning, had some weird dreams.  The first of which, I was walking along a beach, and went into the waves.  The more I went into the water, the more I slowed down, so that when the tide came in, I couldn't move fast enough to get out of the water.  Especially when the tide was getting so high that it swallowed up the beach, and the water was around my neck, and there was a fence that I was being swept into above the beach.  Maybe the fence having barbed wire as well?  A sense of drowning, of not being able to get out of the way of the tide, at the same time being shredded against the fence as well.  Hmm, wonder what would come out if I put those key words into google.

The second dream, I was working in an office, but Sir was there, and I was basically just one of those marionette puppets in Sir's control.  Sir was teaching me how to do the work, and checking my emails and all.  I had no control, Sir had me by wires or whatever.  And Mistress was nowhere in sight.

Off to do more job applications today, woot.  Not.  But hopefully the day will improve.