Do you remember when you went school Sunday nights you would get that pit in your stomach? Another week is about to start. There is no running, there is no hiding, I am going to have to go to school. That’s exactly how I feel about going to work this week.
Work has been especially tumultuous lately for me. My son’s temper tantrums and my daughter’s marathon crying episodes pale in comparison to the knot forming, anxiety ridden, stress inducing day I am looking forward to tomorrow. Another person quit on Friday and with her leaving not only do I lose a co-worker, a friend, but my commiserating ally. It’s hard not feel like lone woman on an island.
I am so glad that this week is a short week. I get out early on Wednesday and then I have a four day weekend to look forward to. I am really excited about that and I am trying to concentrate on the date night on Wednesday with my husband, Thursday good eats at my in-laws, and then Christmas decorating on Friday.
I guess in the long run I should be very thankful. As hard as my work days have been lately, at least I have a place to go to work to. Sometimes its very easy to lose sight of those things when you are in the midst of hard time or a pity party. This week I am going to try my hardest not to concentrate on what’s so wrong in my world right now but what is so right in my world right now. To my husband, children, family, friends, and even work, thank you.