Crap. I only have a few minutes while Madi is in the shower. I haven't had ANY time to myself. Well, that's not totally true. I do drive 30 minutes each way to and from work and that's by myself.
Then I get to go to the bathroom by myself.
How am I doing? Okay. Yes I'm stressed and I yell a bit but I've worked two weeks for the first time in seven years and it's Lily's birthday week.
And we have a giant hole in the hall bathroom wall.
And we've ordered a new bunk bed for Lily.
And I had to go shopping after work for mattresses (coolest mattress salesperson ever, she made it fun)
And I had my tattoo finished. Okay, that one was for me. But still I didn't get home until 7:30.
I am worn out! So yes, I bicker and snip a bit. You don't get paid your first week, it has to process. So today, after two weeks of working I got paid! Sweet fancy moses, did THAT feel good!
I forgot what my point was. Lily is seven, I took her and her sister to school with a butt load of cupcakes (not really carried in my butt) then made it to work. Then worked all day, picked up some Chinese food for dinner and I'm resting a bit while I clean up the house for company tomorrow.
Whee mother fucking doggies.
Do I feel bad that I"m not home anymore? Not really. I miss the me time but Pedro gets home before them so he gets a little time, then he watches them and makes dinner. It's like they get more of their dad? Which isn't a bad thing. This has been a chaotic time. I'm looking forward to how things feel once work feels more natural and there are no more holes in walls. :)
I hear Madi tearing around so I'd better get back to it. Peace!