...same place I've been for the past 3 weeks in a row.
I love being home, don't get me wrong. But I've realized thsi week that when I've heard others say "so glad it's a 3 day weekend," I don't get so jazzed. It's now the same days I spend at home during the week - but with more people (Michael, plus another kid) that i feel like I need to entertain. They don't expect me to--I don't think--but it's a pressure I put on myself. Why can't I be wired differently?
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