It's Monday. I can't believe I made it to this point. That should not be read in a manner that makes it seem as though I never thought I'd see a Monday but rather that the idea of a future Monday seemed so foreign to me about a week ago that arriving at said Monday really is a spectacular sight for these sore and tired eyes. 

To update those who aren't in the "know" I've worked a little over 32 hours out of the past 96 hours of the four days this week and I'm working again tonight and tomorrow. By tomorrow night I'll have worked a 60 hour work week at minimum wage and gone to school and kept the house clean and tried desperately to be a good wife--let's just say, I hope I'm doing okay and I really hope hubbs doesn't mind grocery shopping.

It's Monday. I can't believe I made it to this point. That should not be read in a manner that makes it seem as though I never thought I'd see a Monday but rather that the idea of a future Monday seemed so foreign to me about a week ago that arriving at said Monday really is a spectacular sight for these sore and tired eyes. 

To update those who aren't in the "know" I've worked a little over 32 hours out of the past 96 hours of the four days this week and I'm working again tonight and tomorrow. By tomorrow night I'll have worked a 60 hour work week at minimum wage and gone to school and kept the house clean and tried desperately to be a good wife--let's just say, I hope I'm doing okay and I really hope hubbs doesn't mind grocery shopping.