Going out

I need to vent. 

It seems as though me being overworked and under stress always co-insides with my husband needing to get out.  Instead of helping me out, he opts to go out.  Off he is to the hot-rods tonight.  I’m left at home alone with my kids and a heap of work that I was hoping I could start tonight.

THEN on Sunday he is also away – golf at Sun City.  I wonder when I thought I would actually have the time to do any of that loads of work I brought home.

I mean somewhere there must be time to hug a child, read a story, throw a ball.

Think I need to breath.  Take a long bath.  Tackle tomorrow, tomorrow.

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