Okay, so I’m helping out for a little while at my old day job.  After 11 years of marraige, I finally have a good understanding of how rough it must be for single parents. Cuz the DH works nights.  Which means after I get home from helping out at the doctor office, I’m rushing around trying to get done all the stuff I usually do during the day, get the kids fed, showered, down to bed and then still get writing done.

He’s been on nights for a while now, but when I’m also putting in 8-10 hours a day outside the the house… much harder without him here.

So today’s edition…

Some plum wine. I never have it when I need it.

A little more patience.  Things went straight to crap at work today right when I absolutely had to leave.  I didn’t leave though.  Which means now I’m more behind than ever.

Eight hours of solitude.  And tomorrow… I’ll get this.  Only putting in a couple days a week and Tuesdays are mine all mine.

A better pair of tennis shoes.  Nurses spend a heck of a lot of time on their feet.  My worn out, beat up pair of shoes that I wear to the Y are not cutting it.

Some quiet time tonigth.  Which I will get.  Even if it involves sending the kids to bed an hour or two earlier.