I need to scream. I am so peeved off at Bob (that is the husband for those that don't know). He will not be here until next week sometime MAYBE! Yes, he said maybe. He is not sure when he will be back home. Ignore if you can't deal with whining and a pity party.
I shopped last month to have him home this weekend. I need critter feed for the chickens and rabbits. I need to go food shopping for the kids. I need a freaking beer or three. Going out to have a beer is the only time I get away from being MOM. It is the only downtime I get to have that I am not doing for everybody else.
I go to get a shower, Kids are at the bathroom door asking me questions. I do not get a minute most of the month when I am not having to be on the kids to do school work or chores or breaking up a fight between two or three of them.
Don't get me wrong. I love my life. I love my kids. I love my husband. The 3 hours a month, I get to go out to dinner, have a beer or two and not have to be Mom, with no kids, no fighting, no billion and one questions, etc... are the only time I get for me.
Sorry, pity party over.