i'm so tired. no real break between old job and new, no real break on a weekend when there was much eastering to do. i now know that i will never be superwoman-- either i'll be the career-y badass (twelve hour days + weekends? bring it.) OR i'll have a very cute, excessively tidy house. not both. not me. no bleeding way. it's astounding; i don't know how the hell my mother did it. she cooked full mallu meals, daily, too. no shortcuts. ah, i am so useless in comparison. i'm not even a tenth of the awesomeness my mother exudes effortlessly.
i'm still juggling, trying not to drop anything while i figure out what i can tolerate dropping all together. right now i'm getting it all done by not sleeping or gymming...which i'm not happy with...but it's all transitional. i've still got time to get the balance right, to quote some ANCIENT new wave.
in the meantine, there is espresso. and more espresso. and nerves. all of the above keep me running on fumes.
i feel like making "TEAM KAAVYA" tee-shirts or something. the lines are SO drawn.