It's Sunday night. Garbage, picking up for the housecleaner, recycling, compost - ick. All just plain ick. I should have been a princess or a movie star - really.
Now that I work 40 hrs/wk in an office, I get why people dread Sundays and Mondays. For the first time in years, I actually look forward to a weekend - being in the house, not having to work, not having to constantly deal with someone else's unexpected problems - and as a career coach, I get a lot of SEPs (someone else's problems - tip of the hat to Douglas Adams...)
However, home is not a peaceful place either. We still have many boxes to unpack - and it seems like it's all the big ones left. Big ones with little things in them. The house feels small and the stuff feels big. Ick.
Cooking is a hassle. Getting the kids to eat is a hassle. Homework is a hassle. Staying on top of Facebook is even a hassle. Especially with the stupid new "Top Stories" thing.
I think I need an all-inclusive vacation. Without the kids. And with all of my work and email magically taken care of so that there is no backlog when I return.
If I return... ;-)
2 comments:
I have always wondered how working mothers survive. I cannot even begin to imagine the stress involved in getting a job done, and running a household at the same time. INSANE.
You can come here for your vacation - I will pamper you with pie!
Careful what you offer - I may take you up on that and never leave!! Mmmmm pie.... ;-)
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