DYJHIW?

Don't you just hate it when...morons merge onto the freeway at 45 miles an hour?  The speed limit is 60, that's six-oh not four-five!!!

DYJHIW...your teenager is still very much a teenager? (It's incredible how very stupid I am.)

DYJHIW...your anole dies?

DYJHIW...nothing is really any fun anymore?

DYJHIW...you know getting up at 5:30a.m. is less that 12 hours away?

DYJHIW...sunset is so early it feels like you only had half a day?

DYJHIW...you're forced to listen to Christmas music at work and the speaker is right above your head? (If I had a shotgun that speaker'd be shredded.)

DYJHIW...you're not getting enough sleep?

What do you hate?

Pretty Much A Rant

After working 2 days of 15/16 hour shifts with no lunch breaks and walking into a smelly, not cleaned up house tonight kinda irked me.

When I discovered there wasn't any beer left from a 12 pack I bought a little over a week ago I became peeved. I had not had any one of the 12 bottles of beer. Gee, I wonder who's been sucking it all down on the sly?

The "I just got home and I don't know!" attitude I got from the army boy just pissed me off.

Older son was already in bed asleep without his dog.

Then my spouse asked me if I had a day off tomorrow and I said, not really I'm just not getting paid, I got a "look". I have to shop for the Christmas dinner ingredients, pick up several necessities, get dryer sheets, find stocking stuffers, go get my paycheck, yadda yadda yadda, well, frankly that is NOT a day off.

I think men suck at this very moment. Maybe only men in my household but whatever.

Simone de Beauvoir was completely correct when she wrote "The Second Shift". A woman's work never truly ends until death.

Happy Anniversary

Been married 24 years today.

Why? I don't really know.

I have come to realize that if I don't care of myself no one else will.

That's just the sad fact.

14 hours at work, the perfect anniversary celebration.

Talk About Mixed Emotions

He's home.

Still very much a 19 year old, yet~not.

Strung out because he's been awake 40 hours. Hyper just like when he was a toddler.

Keeps spewing odd stories.

Way too "boys club" for me to fully appreciate I'm sure.

I'm not sure how to feel.

I'll have to get over that. He's in the US Army for four more years plus 2 months.

Oh my.

Who the HELL gave him permission to grow up and leave?

So Excited

He's almost home!

He's almost home!

I'm so excited it's almost pathetic.

Less than six days to go!!!

Almost Time

Less than a week.

My boy will be home.

YEEHAWWWWWW!

It will be wonderful to have some one in the house who has a relationship with the Lord.

I'm going to enjoy feeding the boy until he bursts.

I can't wait to hear his tales from boot camp and what it's like to live outside of Seattle (his first time).

I want to hear his impressions of all the other recruits from differing social and economic backgrounds.

I plan on hugging him at the airport until he forces me to let go.

Less than seven days.

Only three work days.

It's gonna be the best Christmas ever!!!!

Drained

I find myself wondering why the heck I ever wanted to be a nurse?

It's not really much fun.

I don't feel like I'm making a difference.

Mostly, right now, I just feel drained.

Drained by the constant demand of each and every self centered person I deal with at work.

I don't know why I am the least bit surprised that almost every single person I deal with at work from residents to staff are ALL about themselves.

It's not that I want any special attention. Because I don't.

I'm feeling disillusioned.

Completely and totally disillusioned.

It might be nice to feel as if I was part of a team. Yet I don't see a team.

Am I cynical?

I don't think so.

I'm being realistic.

I'm feeling disenfranchised at home.

Unappreciated in both places.

It's hard to see the forest for the trees when I'm so tired physically and emotionally.

Whine, whine, whine.

That's enough from me today.