My day
Thank goodness my vacation is next week. I am stressed the fuck out and I'm being weird, even for me.
Work, as always, is super stressful. As long as Nick is our manager, we are going to keep losing good employees, because he is the worst manager I have ever worked for, and I cannot stress this enough, I worked for Thomas and Sharon. He overworks the good employees, but the sorry ones keep right on being sorry.
I'm trying to do well, for my team and for Billie, but between Nick and Helena, I don't give a fuck. And it's affecting my home life.
I love James and the babies, but y'all, yesterday afternoon, I absolutely could not deal with the neediness.
Today, J woke up with a headache. He does, frequently. He gets migraine level sinus-related headaches. I had gone out to get breakfast. I didn't get up until after 9 - - unheard of! and went to pick up breakfast instead of cooking. J was sitting here with a headache, but hadn't taken anything - - sinus meds, migraine meds, nose spray - -to help get rid of it.
Sunday is our only day off together. I had tons of stuff I needed his help with. While he recovered, I got the garbage together, changed the bed linens, put on a load of laundry, brought in dry clothes, did a thousand other little things so I could stop doing what I needed to do and do what I wanted to do... and the simplest thing, I opened the refrigerator to put in a 12 pack of soda and a plastic container of pears had leaked juice all over the fridge shelf. I started crying hysterically. I am just so tired and stressed.
And yes, I already have a long, long list of stuff I need to do next week. But at least I won't be doing it and dealing with Walmart.
And yes, I do feel better. J helped me do everything I needed him to and I finished all my tasks and sat with the babies.
Work, as always, is super stressful. As long as Nick is our manager, we are going to keep losing good employees, because he is the worst manager I have ever worked for, and I cannot stress this enough, I worked for Thomas and Sharon. He overworks the good employees, but the sorry ones keep right on being sorry.
I'm trying to do well, for my team and for Billie, but between Nick and Helena, I don't give a fuck. And it's affecting my home life.
I love James and the babies, but y'all, yesterday afternoon, I absolutely could not deal with the neediness.
Today, J woke up with a headache. He does, frequently. He gets migraine level sinus-related headaches. I had gone out to get breakfast. I didn't get up until after 9 - - unheard of! and went to pick up breakfast instead of cooking. J was sitting here with a headache, but hadn't taken anything - - sinus meds, migraine meds, nose spray - -to help get rid of it.
Sunday is our only day off together. I had tons of stuff I needed his help with. While he recovered, I got the garbage together, changed the bed linens, put on a load of laundry, brought in dry clothes, did a thousand other little things so I could stop doing what I needed to do and do what I wanted to do... and the simplest thing, I opened the refrigerator to put in a 12 pack of soda and a plastic container of pears had leaked juice all over the fridge shelf. I started crying hysterically. I am just so tired and stressed.
And yes, I already have a long, long list of stuff I need to do next week. But at least I won't be doing it and dealing with Walmart.
And yes, I do feel better. J helped me do everything I needed him to and I finished all my tasks and sat with the babies.