Mike and I took all five kids out to dinner this evening. It was enjoyable. I was able to eat, thanks to the Benedryl, but then I dozed off at his house afterwards so I didn't get home and get the kids in bed til after nine. And instead of going to bed myself, which is where I belong, I now get to fold laundry and make sure the kids have uniforms to wear tomorrow. Ahh, the joys of being a single parent.
My next day off is next Saturday, the 23rd of January. I want to cry just thinking about that. I seriously don't know how I do it sometimes. I know I'll make it through though. I have to. I have no choice. There are four people who depend on me to do everything and I can't let them down. Failing to my family and friends, oh well. They can suck it up and get over it. But I can't be a failure to my children. They deserve better than that. And after all, their opinions are the only ones that matter anyway.
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