Massage > explode
Posted on April 24, 2008 at 5:36 pm, with Comments OffCategory: General
Tags: rants
I need to relax. I’ve got a lot on my mind a lot of the time. What doesn’t help is my husband calling me up and squawking about a situation that I can’t change. I’m doing the best I can, you know?
And then my mom calls, griping about some crap going on with one of my brother’s therapists, and the fact that one of them had the nerve to suggest that I make a 30 mile round trip to my mom’s house six days a week to take one of my brothers to summer camp, just so the therapists don’t have to DO THEIR JOBS OVER THE SUMMER. What the flying fuck? Like I REALLY want to run out a gallon and a half of gas (that’s over $5!!!) A DAY. And then there’s the wear and tear. And my time. Especially my time.
A lot of people seem to think that because I work from home, I’m not really working. The hell? I may not have a uniform, or a standard paper check, or a time clock, but I WORK. The money isn’t just falling out of the sky and into our bank account. Ugh.
I think I need massages in Huntington Beach. Or a massage somewhere, before I explode. :/
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Hello! My name is Jenn, and I'm a 26 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a five year old daughter, and a four year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
