Fridays suck

Why is it that one crappy day can just bury you in black rain clouds? I wonder what would happen if I didn't take pride in what I do for a living? What if I could give a sh!t? Then what?

I wish others could appreciate what I do...

Anyway, in the words of Bob Marley, " One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."


Tomorrow is another day and I am bigger than what I'm feeling.

Today

shower, coffee, Smurfs
drive to Carrie's, kiss babies
drive to work, blah, blah, blah on radio
pump, blah, blah, blah
breakfast, pump
blah,blah,blah
lunch, pump
blah, blah, blah
run out of work like the building is on fire
blah, blah, blah on the radio, traffic
arrive at Carrie's house: FINALLY exhale!
hug/kiss babies, smile, hurry to the car to head home
make dinner, still smiling, read bedtime stories, feed baby, tuck munchkins into bed...

It has been ONE of those days.