My job is really interfering with my life.

All last week I was out on PTO.  I ran my home with neat and clean efficiency, I was a super awesome attentive mom, an equestrian, a writer...

Today I am back at the J.O.B. and it's business as usual.  I will work a 14 hour day, I'll pray as I turn onto Fairway Dr. that my horse is out,in pasture so I won't have to feel guilty for giving him half-assed attention, I'll see my family for about a total of one hour throughout the evening, and I assume the fairies will clean up the dishes, vacuum and maybe attend to one load of laundry today.


Work Sucks.