Never Did I Dream

Most people, I suppose, look forward to the weekends...a time to relax and unwind from the busyness of the week. Me? I d r e a d the weekends as it begins my 56+ hours of hell. From the time I get up on Friday mornings, I can count on not getting any appreciable sleep until Sunday night! Not to mention, as soon as I get home from work at 8am Saturday mornings, R leaves as soon as I walk through the door to work himself....leaving my weary head in charge of 5 kids--alone. ALL day. And then I return to work Saturday night as well (taking the kids with me until R can pick them up). Honestly, it's not the best of situations!

Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I HATE IT! I hate what/who I am becoming due to sheer exhaustion. I feel like I am constantly complaining about 'having to work'-- I know that plenty of women do work--but my heart is so not in it. I was a stay-at-home mom for 10 years before having to work out of necessity. That's another sore spot in my book of complaints. I long for the days where I can just concentrate on the job of being mom, and not all this other crap.

Ugh. Signing off....until next time. I've got nothing else of any worth to say.