I’m just sitting here trying to get sleepy enough to get up at 3:30 a.m. so that I can get some work done tomorrow in time enough to pick up the kids from school.
It’s a bit harder now that I’ve gone full time. The money is better, I like the job. I am just trying to get my body used to what I guess you’d call swing shift. And it’s still a difficult thing to do after staying home for five years and pretty much making my own schedule.
So. I drudge on and listen to others complain about how they don’t want to get out of bed in the morning and how they can’t get a good nights rest. And to those folk I have to say, get. a. clue.
If you’re waking up after the sun count yourself lucky.
If you’re working a regular job 9 to 5 and have no kids, doubly so. You are living the life of Riley. My children are fantastic, don’t get me wrong. Absolutely fantastic, except when they aren’t. Then I have to love them that much more.
We all have a cross to bear, I suppose. Mine is to make some money to run this house and help raise two children the best way we know how. And we do alright (alright, alright. Those last two alrights were for you, you know who you are.)
So. Off to bed. I hope. And I’m also hoping for an hour or so of a podcast I enjoy to get me through the drive. And BOOM! Episode 19 of The Turquoise and Beef Jerky Roadshow is ready for download. And that makes me a happy camper.
Anywho, I just felt like writing a little. Just a ramble. I enjoy a good ramble. And that’s now a tag and category. So you can skip these last 328 words. Unless your into that sort of thing.