Between my three jobs (yes I have acquired ANOTHER job out of sheer necessity) I have worked over 75 hours in the last week. I am exhausted. Sean has been working his million jobs too, so I've had the kids while working the majority of the time. It's rather discouraging to work so hard and never quite have enough. Sometimes I just want to run away and be a gypsy family that lives on the beach...barefoot, carefree, and perfectly content scavenging the earth for food and bathing in the waves. Who am I kidding?? I need my purell, my blistering hot showers, and my trashy reality tv!!
Being a grown up stinks sometimes... especially tonight as I just got home from one job and am about to start another, the kids are still awake and it's almost 11, we had doughnuts for dinner, the house is trashed, I didn't have time to go to the gym, and the kids playing in the sprinklers had to substitute for a bath, but I'm grateful for my jobs, the kind and generous people I work for, and that I have a family that makes all of my efforts worthwhile.