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.