Whoops

I missed a day. Well, let's be honest here... two days. But I'll make up for it.

I'm currently on my four night rotation and well, it's on the weekend.

And the weekend is a busy busy time for me. Everyone's home. There's no down time. And waaay too much to be done.

You really didn't want to be here for my blow up (or uhm blow "ups") today.

It was not pretty.

Don't get me wrong, I love my children. Well, my "adult" child and my "right smack dab in the middle of puberty hell" teenage child. I love them with every ounce of my being.

But if someone had told me way back when that they grow up to become teenagers, uhm, yeah... I may have reconsidered.

It hasn't been easy. As a matter of fact, I'm amazed with myself that I've had, and found, the strength to pull this parenthood thing off.

Anyway, there was a lot of yelling and slamming and banging. I did try to put a hold on the swearing, but yeah, that didn't work. Way too many f bombs dropped today....

But it's almost over. The weekend I mean. And my run of night shifts.

Then, once again, serenity will be mine and I can attempt to tap back into the creative genius I know I have the potential to quite possibly be and get my fingers back on the keyboard and hold up my end of the every second day promise.

I'll see you tomorrow.