Thursday, March 19, 2009

It's Monday All Over Again

Wow! Does anyone else feel like this has been a long week? I feel like there were two weeks in this one week. Monday and Tuesday should just be called Monday and Monday, too. I know what you're thinking. The weather was fantastic....all the way into the 70's so what am I bitching about?

It's just really hit me lately how much I miss being home with the kids. I think that since I've worked an extra day over the last three weeks I have felt like my time at home has been cut really short. Then, I get missing the kids. Nothing worse than a mama who misses her babies. ;) Then I have Scott at home four days a week bitching about being stuck home "babysitting" the kids. I told him if he didn't stop saying "babysitting" I was going to dot his "eye".

So, I guess I've been homesick. I miss the kids and I feel guilty because I've been at work so much.

When Jason and Jourdan were little and I was on my own, I worked 55 hours a week at the sod farm office. I hated it. I missed out on everything. I hated it! Did I mention that I hated it?

So now, Scott and I are on a quest to become debt free in 2009 and I am working all the hours I can. It's making me feel like crap! The kids had a great Christmas, because I was working. The kids probably had better than a great Christmas....and birthdays too. So, we're paying off some bills and the kids are getting more stuff. But still, I'm homesick.

I didn't want to be at work at all this week. I love my job, don't get me wrong. It's just been stressfull the last couple of weeks. There is alot going on at work and this week, I just wanted to be at home. Today flew by and I feel like the weekend is going to be gone too fast and I'm not ready to go back to the office yet.

I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I should just be thankful that I have a job. Not only that, but I need to keep working so I can pay those payroll taxes and make sure that thoses Execs at AIG get their 2009 bonuses for $165 million.

1 comment:

  1. But on Monday you get to come spend time with me... Can't be all bad, can it?

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