Thursday, December 16, 2010

poor poor sad little me

I haven't felt like blogging much lately.
I haven't felt like doing much of anything but sleeping lately.
I was beginning to worry that I'm depressed.
I think maybe I've seen to many of those wind you up commercials.

Then I realized that I'm three things:
a) tired
b) overwhelmed with work, and life, etc.
c) sick of sitting in front of a computer

I'll add a d) just for fun

d) in need of a massage.

I've been having trouble concentrating and my job involves massive amounts of multitasking.
I feel like I make a million mistakes a day and I quite literally, never. stop. working.
Please don't think I'm complaining because I really love the work and I love the clients and best of all I love the people I work with.
I never dread going to work.
What I do dread is the load that has to be dealt with at home before and after work.
I spend an average of 16 hours a day NOT at home. This means that all household chores and bills etc must be dealt with before 6am or after 8pm.
It ain't easy.

I loved Casondra's post about Debbie Downer.
I feel like a DD lately.
And I do feel like that doll in that stupid ad.

I sit on the edge of the bed sometimes in the morning and do the following:

a) tell myself that in 20 hours I can lay back on that warm pillow
b) tell myself that I will be fine once I get into the cozy kitchen
c) tell myself I will make it through this day
d) remind myself that there are millions of ppl in the world that have it SOOO much worse

My most favorite part of the day is driving home from work and the snuggle couch time.
Oliver just jabbers all the way home.
I see stories?
You see firetruck?
To the rescue!
You see tree?

Snuggle couch time is D's stupid tv time (can you tell I hate it?).
Oliver falls asleep in my arms around 11 and we sit together on the couch until about 1 while I pay bills, do paperwork etc.
I even love the drool.
er...that'd be O's drool.
not mine.

Enough complaining for tonight.
I know I'm blessed with a warm home, an adorable goofy boy, and a job I do, indeed, love.
but I need some me time I think.
I haven't been to a movie, had a non-baby meal, been in any non child friendly environment, or had a conversation with an adult that was unwork related in... I can't even remember how long.

And I want another baby...

I leave you this evening after my rant with a pretty amazing painting...
A sneak preview of my wedding invitations...

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