Tired. I worked another long day. Otherwise known as just a regular full time day for those of you work full time. I'm giving you props.
Irritated. I can't even complain that I'm tired because I worked ALL day and try to pawn everything off on my husband. Why? Because today he worked twelve hours. And he will be doing it again every day this week and possibly every day for the next few weeks.
Hungry. But too lazy to get up and do anything about it. Instead I'm sitting here watching Preston eat the dinner that Daddy made for him.
Selfish. Did you not just read why I'm irritated? Hello, I'm irritated because I can't act like my day was harder than Brad's because it just wasn't. And then somehow he still made Preston dinner. UGH! Get over yourself.
Lazy. I have a ton of things to tell you all about sitting in my drafts folder waiting for some attention from me. I'm getting there.
Excited. Tomorrow is my official last day of work. I say official because I will take work home with me this weekend, but tomorrow is my last day of going into the office.
Sad. Tomorrow is my official last day of work. I know, how confusing. But I really did enjoy some parts of working. And by that I don't mean I loved the work, I just loved some benefits that came from working. I loved the paychecks. Those have been pretty nice. I also really love the people that I work with. I mean obviously I love some of them because they are family, but I'm really going to miss seeing all the other ladies and some of the men in the office every week. It's been fun working with them!
Overwhelmed. My house is a mess. Laundry is massively backed up. I've just been walking around telling myself I will get to it all on Wednesday.
Guilty. Preston's been trying climb up on me and I just needed some space to unwind so I kept telling him no. He finally did get on my lap and cuddled close and told me "Preston loves Mommy." Oh look there goes my heart.
Done. It's time to eat. And maybe unload the dishwasher. And definitely get ready for bed.