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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

"But you just GOT here!" Kiss my exhausted keister.

There is nothing more irritating to me than going to work, and after about an hour, when I say that I'm tired, "But you just GOT here..how can you be tired?"

Well, yes, it is true that I just got there, at 4 pm. And I'm only working until about 9:30 pm. My job overall really isn't that hard. It can be busy, and sometimes tedious and repetitive. But 4-9:30 really isn't that long of a shift. It doesn't mean I can't be tired from everything else. And today is one of those days where I'm tired before I even get to my "paid job" where I'll make around $44 before taxes.

I want to ask, what do you think I do all day? Sit around and eat bon bons and read trashy romance novels? While it's true that some afternoons I do sit on the computer wasting time and eating too much junk food, even then I probably still have at least 2 or 3 things that I'm still hopping up to do, such as laundry, running the dishwasher, placating the cat, or making sure the kids aren't putting unnecessary holes in the house by jumping on the bed. Even as I'm writing this I just had to stop to make my girl a peanut butter sandwich, and remember that I had to e mail her summer school to let them know she is going to be gone Friday.

Today has been a busy day.

4 am. The cat woke me up. Thanks, cat.
5:15. Husband goes to work.
7:30. Girl wakes me up because her bed tent fell down. She's really insistent. I get up. Get laundry in the washer.
8:00. Husband's home for breakfast break.
 Get the kids ready to go to summer school.
8:40. Get laundry in the dryer. Get kids in the car and take girl to summer school by 9. Son just comes along.
9:15ish: Go to goodwill. Get some clothes.
9:30: Go to Walmart.
10:15: Come home from Walmart. Put everything away. Put the new cat litter box together. Clean one toilet.
10:35: Go with son to get lunch for me and Dad.
11:00: Husband is home on his half hour lunch.
11:15: Go with son to pick up girl from school at 11:30.
11:35: Pick up the girl from school, head to the store to get some things I forgot.
12:10. Finally home. Put those groceries away.Checked the mail. Started the dishwasher. Cleaned the other toilet.

And now it's 12:40 and the dishwasher's done. I still have to put laundry away, and a new fan to assemble and put in son's room. Tomorrow I need to pack my stuff and the kids' for our Wisconsin weekend, mow the lawn and trim, and work 4-9:30 tomorrow as well.

I appreciate those that work the 60-70 hour paid work weeks. I really do. But just because I "only" work 35 hours of paid work, doesn't mean I can't be tired or want to go home early or take an extra day off. I do a lot that people only realize I do when I DON'T do it, so please, just don't even start with me. I'm not in the mood to hear it. Most people don't know or understand.

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