the Blahs
The last week has kicked all our asses. Mr. A has been working extra long hours, missing most dinners because he is at the office until 11 or 12 at night and working on Sunday to finish a project that is due tonight. That means the girls and I have been mostly on our own. It is amazing how the lack of waking-hours respite just wipes me out both mentally and physically. I feel like a tired, mopey crank. Poor Mr. A has been looking more than a little out of it too.
Hopefully, once this project is complete, Mr. A will have a few weeks of 9-5. Unlikely, but I am hopeful nevertheless.
June 23rd, 2008 at 4:07 pm
oh dear. it does sound grueling! Is there no sweet little day camp where they could spend a few hours? I bet it would make all the difference.
June 25th, 2008 at 9:40 am
Poor Mr. A for working so hard and so many hours lately! Which also means poor you too, because that means all the house stuff and kid rearing must be falling to you and only you lately! Man….that is a bummer! I’m sorry the blahs have hit ya! They do hit me once in a while too, and man those suck! Ha ha ha! : )