I did someone pretty drastic today. After working an all-nighter and still not catching up. After 2 months without a day off. After yelling at my children for no damn reason and completely ignoring my husband, I decided something had to change.
I no longer teach at the store. :(
It's only temporary. The owner said she'd take me back (alhtough she wasn't pleased with me as the new calender was just released so I was scheduled 4 months out.) I asked to have my 'break' go to the end of the year.
Feels pretty good - after a good cry or two about it. It was the right decision. Not that there was any other way around it. I mean, really, there are, quite literally, no more hours left in my day. I just cannot do it. Something had to give.
How is that 2 less balls I've got in the air, you ask? Well, I also contribute to Bazzill and I can't do that when I'm not a teacher. So I've been relieved of that responsibility too.
So that's what my 27 hour shift did for me. It made me realize that there are times that I have to say "no, I can't do it"