I Hate Mouse Poo

I was instructed to start cleaning out my desk today.
Apparently they need space for another desk in my area and since I'm going to part-time it makes the most sense to move my stuff around.

Sure. I can see the sense in that. But I thought I would have more time... I thought I could just take a little home here and there; go through old paperwork and the layers of accumulation slowly.

Nope.

I am finding all kinds of things... some boring, some emotionally charged and some surrounded by mouse poo. I am taking a break now, trying to convince myself that the headache that I have is NOT an early symptom of the hantavirus. Stupid mouse-filled workspace. Ugh.

I have washed my hands eighty times in the last hour alone.

And I am SO tired! I have really gotten my sleep mojo back. Yesterday I slept for about 3 hours in the afternoon and then had no trouble falling asleep last night. I knew I was only going to work a half-day today so I didn't set my alarm and I didn't wake up until 11. So I have basically been asleep for 13 of the last 24 hours. That can't be good. And I could sleep now. If I didn't know how much mouse poo was all over the station I would just curl up under my desk. There's room now! I've been cleaning!!
Any other day and I would just sneak out the back door and take a nap.
But it's Wednesday and Wednesday we swim... so as soon as the Idiot Step-Mother drops Bean off we're going to mom's to get ready.

It's cooler today and I am really looking forward to some float time.

I'm sure it's all the transition stuff that is going on this month, but there is something I can't quite name that is nagging at me.
I feel like I need to slow way down and make sure that everything that I am doing and saying and accepting is really what I want to do and say and accept. Does that make sense?

Everything is just moving so fast, and the way I feel about things seems to change in unexpected ways - and then change back. It's weird to have to think of my own mind as an unreliable narrator.

Ugh. Enough of that. Back to the mouse poo!