Well, I made it through the day at work yesterday, on less than 4 hours of sleep, but I must say I was useless. I tried really hard, but after 2 or so, I stared a lot. I finally left 20 minutes early and headed home. My luggage arrived at 8:15 or so, in good shape. Thank goodness.
I have so much to tell about my trip home, but I'm tired. I'll try tomorrow. The girls just went to bed, and griped at each other well after the time that they should have been asleep. That will make for a wonderful morning, I'm sure.
Natalie told me that they get out early tomorrow. When I logged in tonight, to tell Mom, she had already emailed me to ask about it. Sorry mom, I didn't know. I'm a shitball working mom. I try real hard, but I swear, there is always someone or some school thing proving that I'm failing. I can't afford a trumpet, I don't know my kids are out of lunch money until the school tells me, and I forget about early-out days until the girls remind me. Hell, DFS is going to snatch those girls away any minute. Don't get me started on book orders, either. Let's go to the library and forget about that high priced shit, ok? Sorry kids.
I don't mean to suck, but my busy season is beginning at work, and I will be a worse mom by the day. Just hang on until January, and we'll be ok. Honest.
I really hope my kids don't hate me because of my job.
3 comments:
They don't hate you, sis. They are kids and a biological selfish species. At least I don't hate you. I love you!! You're family!!
Love,
Russ
Don't even get me going about those book orders....I swear they're more expensive than a real bookstore! You're not a shitball...although it does make me laugh to say that word. So I'm immature. I'm over it.
(and DFS are a bunch of idiots. Just saying.)
Love you bunches....
~Amy
I'm watching the school website from now on, and writing it on my calendar.
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