Part of my malaise is that Mike has been working 6-7 days a week. He leaves early in the morning and often gets home either just before or just after the kids are in bed. This makes for long days for both of us. He's tired and I'm quickly getting burned out. I keep telling myself that it's only a few more weeks and then things will start to slow down with fishing - maybe. It's a blessing that he's fishing so much. He's in steady demand as a captain and he turns people down all the time. I'm dreading the next 2-3 weeks because it's going to be rough. Right now, weather permitting he will fish 9 days straight, with a possible overnight trip in there - starting this coming Thursday.
Nine days is nothing compared to when he was charter fishing, and my kudos to my fellow moms who are facing toddlers and missing husbands - and to all the military wives as well.
But it's still hard. When he finishes that stretch he's leaving for a week to fish in Lousiana, too. And then it will be time for school to start.
Ugh.
Does life ever slow down? I know the answer to that question - NO.
When I'm not writing I'm pent up and have a short fuse - couple that with cranky toddlers and an absent husband and I'm not the happiest person to be around right now.
I know part of the problem is pictures. I feel this intense obligation to include pictures with my posts about the kids - because so often I take pictures as the day goes on - intending to write blog entries about it.
I'm behind in my storytelling.
I need to blog about the wedding of Lizzie Long Ears and Blueberry (it was a beautiful ceremony).
There was something else I wanted to write about that happened today, but I can't remember now...
You see I write entries in my head as the day goes by - Man I wish I could hook up a USB cable to my brain and just download all that stuff. I'd probably sleep a whole lot better at night!
Speaking of sleep - I should probably get some. Wyatt has already woken up once tonight - I had to cut my relaxing bathtime short...
We've got church in the morning and Mike finally has a day off so there will be something fun to do - after he mows the yard, which is about 5 foot tall now it seems. Some random man, looking for work - stopped by and offered to mow it for me. I was caught off-guard in my pajamas, messy hair and no bra - so I quickly turned him down. I almost instantly regretted it though - he probably needed the money and my yard definitely needed mowing. That was three days ago and it's still just as high. I did look down the road for him that morning, but he was gone. I felt so guilty - that compassionate heart of mine - always wanting to help people out.
anyways - I digress - sleep is calling me - kind of .
