B-O-R-E-D!
Another week of sitting around in my office pretending to work, pretending to care at all. Eight hours is a long time to sit and do nothing. Unlike some people I know, fucking around on the computer is fun for about 10 minutes then I'm done with it. I hate not being able to talk to real live people. I hate this place. I hate this place.
You know, I could be at home cuddling up with my little guy instead of sitting here wishing I wasn't. Still, they're paying me to sit here on my ass so I will until my welcome runs out. Got another interview today. Not sure how I feel about this one. Still anything has got to be better than this hell. Plus I have to stay late tonight. Someone kill me please.
It's hard to leave Little Bug when he's crying, but it's even harder when he's happy. I feel like I'll miss out on something. Like I have to share his giggles with him. Ahhhhh. Well at least he's with my Mom. That most incredible woman quit her job to watch my little man. Best Mom in the world. I want to hug her everyday.
It figures he was in a great mood this morning after a very long and sketchy weekend. I think he sensed that Timmy was gone and felt like I'd leave him, too. He was just miserable unless he was in my arms. Okay little guy, I'll rock you to sleep for 3 hours! As soon as he'd start to snore, I'd put him in his swing and BAM! He's awake and pissed! He wakes up around 2am every morning to eat then goes right back to sleep until 6am. Not this morning! He wanted to play until 4am. Needless to say I'm a walking zombie. A walking zombie that has to work late, too. And the little bugger just laughed at me all morning.
Timmy comes home tonight! Yeah. I hate it when he leaves. I say I don't but I really do. He's a pain in the ass that I've grown accustomed to. I hear it in his voice too when he calls. He's missing the homestead bunches. He'll be home for two weeks then off to NY for a week. Good money but it makes my heart hurt after awhile. Stop going away!
Ken and Angie are coming to visit us next weekend which is a good thing. They're the greatest.
Ummm...I think i shall go buy a CD before I go to my interview. Anything to get the hell outa here. Grrrrr.
You know, I could be at home cuddling up with my little guy instead of sitting here wishing I wasn't. Still, they're paying me to sit here on my ass so I will until my welcome runs out. Got another interview today. Not sure how I feel about this one. Still anything has got to be better than this hell. Plus I have to stay late tonight. Someone kill me please.
It's hard to leave Little Bug when he's crying, but it's even harder when he's happy. I feel like I'll miss out on something. Like I have to share his giggles with him. Ahhhhh. Well at least he's with my Mom. That most incredible woman quit her job to watch my little man. Best Mom in the world. I want to hug her everyday.
It figures he was in a great mood this morning after a very long and sketchy weekend. I think he sensed that Timmy was gone and felt like I'd leave him, too. He was just miserable unless he was in my arms. Okay little guy, I'll rock you to sleep for 3 hours! As soon as he'd start to snore, I'd put him in his swing and BAM! He's awake and pissed! He wakes up around 2am every morning to eat then goes right back to sleep until 6am. Not this morning! He wanted to play until 4am. Needless to say I'm a walking zombie. A walking zombie that has to work late, too. And the little bugger just laughed at me all morning.
Timmy comes home tonight! Yeah. I hate it when he leaves. I say I don't but I really do. He's a pain in the ass that I've grown accustomed to. I hear it in his voice too when he calls. He's missing the homestead bunches. He'll be home for two weeks then off to NY for a week. Good money but it makes my heart hurt after awhile. Stop going away!
Ken and Angie are coming to visit us next weekend which is a good thing. They're the greatest.
Ummm...I think i shall go buy a CD before I go to my interview. Anything to get the hell outa here. Grrrrr.