I had a little mini breakdown the other day, something along the lines of "whats the point in working so hard to pay for a damn house when I hardly live there, and whats the point of having a kid when I never see him, and ohmygod will February just f*ck off already and will the snow just go the hell away ??!!!???!!! " Luckily I had this mini breakdown in my head, while driving the 15 minute drive from job A to home, and by the time I got home I was over it and no one needed to deal with my drama. A shower and a hug and some pasta alfredo fixed any lingering mania, and all was calm....then off I jetted to job B for the night...people, I am TIRED!
All my boys have been superstars through all this. It sure does suck working a 12 hour day, but coming home to dinner on the stove and a cute blond smiling and yelling "Mama!!" sure does make it all OK again. I love you, my boys!!
Tomorrow and Tuesday mark my first 2 days off in...well...I'm not sure how long. It's certainly been a while. At least 3 weeks I'm thinking. I'm going underground for a few days, literally - I'm heading to the basement to catch up on the laundry, and some serious sewing that has been at a standstill for too long. Time to get the old stuff done and off the table, just in time for the new stuff coming down the pipe. AND I'm shutting the computer cabinet. I'm putting my to do list on the outside door of the computer cabinet, and aside from the morning coffee and email check, I won't open the door until at least 5 things on the list are crossed off. There's 20 on the list right now, and counting.
I will still, however, be accepting distracting phone calls especially if you're a) calling to offer me money, or b) calling to talk about playing hookey and doing a day at the spa with me on the 4th of March (hint, hint GMO...) or c) the laundry fairy.
And now, because I'm sure you missed us, a little photo love. Here, Griffin's first self portrait:
And some lovely Mama love!