So little time

Well, I have decided that there is "so little time."  Mom warned me.  Dad warned me.  Damn, I SO should have listened to them.

How do you divide your time?  Work wants more and more time.  The school frowns if you don't have time to get to an event.  Family wants time to chat, one-on-one.  Husband wants time to, well, you know.  Dogs want time to walk.  Friends want time to get together and chat.  I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME!

OK, enough of the rant.  I leave tomorrow, noonish, to head to the airport.  I fly out at 3:30 to head to Dallas.  I arrive, and have time to myself.  Sweet sweet time to myself, right?  NOPE!  I have to beta test new software, and write about 2 dozen credits* that I haven't gotten to at work.  I'll rise early Sunday to be picked up by the customer and work with them for about 10 hours, after an evening in a hotel, working.

I was pissed at an awful day.  I was pissed at certain co-workers.  I was pissed that I have to leave tomorrow, and lose another weekend.  I was pissed that I was so far behind in credits*.   I was pissed that I'm not appreciated enough.

Then I got home.  I love my house.  I love my kids.  I love my husband.  I love my commute.  I love my mother/babysitter.  I love my dad.  I love my brother.  I love my mother-in-law.  I love my dogs.  I am blessed.  I am blessed and I have a great life.  I have more than many people could ever hope for.

I can get over a bad day.  I can live with my life.  I need to buy some time, so if you have some to sell, let me know.  Other than that, life is groovy.

*credits are the paperwork jungle that I maneuver to make sure an overcharge is corrected.  They pile up fast, and I never have time at work to deal with them, anymore.