Some days it might be better not to post at all. Oops.
Posted by Dory in Welcome to Crazyville; population: me., workI’m all discombobulated.
Shuddup. That’s totally a word.
This job is such a roller coaster.
Some days I come home and think, my good Lord, I love my job. I can hardly believe how lucky I am to be able to help people and get paid for it.
Some days I come home and think, my good Lord, what the hell am I doing? They could pull a monkey off the street to do my job for free.
Some days I come home (at 8:15am!) and I literally pass my husband on the street; I’m on the way home and he’s on the way to work. And I feel sad.
Some nights I leave at 11:45pm as my husband is getting ready for bed, and all I want in this world is to crawl into bed with him and talk about his day until the conversation peters out and I drape an arm over his chest to feel it slowly rising and falling. And I feel lonely.
Some days (nights!) my husband wakes me up for work and says, I’m sorry, you missed your son’s school play while you were sleeping. He did great. It was unbelievable how amazingly he delivered his lines with just the right inflection. And I cry. Then that son says, I wish you could have been there, Mom. I felt you not there. And I cry some more.
I miss living my life with my husband. I miss my sons.
And I pray yet again, Lord, I want to be back in the real world, sleeping at night and living the day, just like everyone else. Am I missing a lesson here? Are you trying to teach me something that I’m just not getting? Teach me louder, Lord. I’m trying to learn.
But… silence. Nothing.
Some days I cannot bring you the funneh. I just don’t have it in me.
I’m sorry.
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Cliff has always preferred working evenings, but when the kids were in school, he really missed out on a lot. And so did they.
.-= Donna W´s last blog ..Sadie’s new Frisbee =-.
I worked 3rd before the kids…
You love your family but also have a responsibility of work. I hope the boys know that. You’re a good mom, don’t beat yourself up. I’m glad you shared.
You’re good people. Things will improve. There is normally a reason.
.-= fatboyfat´s last blog ..Just putting one foot in front of the other =-.
Before I had kids, I worked the odd graveyard shift – and it was HARD then, let alone when you have to leave your husband and your kids behind… I cannot imagine, and I feel for you.
…and I think “discombobulated” is totally a word
…and that the funny will return… if it makes you feel any better, I lost mine too…
.-= Delanie´s last blog ..I Love You =-.
I have those days, too. When I want to rejoin the adult world that does not involve discussions about poop and potty training and my child’s progress with his speech.
oh I totally bawled after reading this. like mom says, “you do what you have to do so that you can do what you want to do”. we know she’s crazy though.