It has been a hellish week. Work is killing me. I constantly feel one step behind and a few brain-cells short of accomplishing anything. Do you ever have weeks like that? No matter what I do there is always a new crisis and I don’t have the slightest idea how to fix it. This is wearing me down.
I spend a lot of time thinking of wonderful things to write about my life: my husband, my kids. And then I walk in the office and *poof* am consumed by the wild pack of dogs known as my colleagues – and every nerve of my being is taxed and beaten into submission. By the time I get home it is all I can do to hold my boys and play with them without breaking down into a sobbing mess, or drink myself incoherent. I need to find the light at the end of the tunnel.
My girls have been gone for a week and it feels like forever since I have seen them. They are at the beach with their dad, and although I know they are having a wonderful time, I miss them fiercely. I wish June were just approaching and I had the whole month with them to look forward to. I wish they were with me all the time.
And, based on my week - I also wish that I were a stay home mom.