Weekend Warriors

I haven't posted all weekend....it's because I have been working. Remember in my first blog when I said that it seems all I ever do is work? Well, I got a pretty good taste of it this weekend.

We started work on Friday night, alternating drivers' and taking turns sleeping throughout the entire weekend before returning home on Sunday night.  I take it back, we came home on Saturday night to shower. It always feels a little better after you've been up all night, to at least brush your teeth, and clean your feet :).

Am I still tired, even though it's Tuesday? Yep..
Would I have done this differently?  Hell No...
Was it worth it?  YES!

We have the kind of job, that when you're doing it, and when you're in the middle of your workday, all you can think about is how bad you hate it, and you would rather spray perfume at Macy's than live in this career for one more second.  When the paycheck comes, it's pretty soothing, and you feel like maybe the hell you endured was worthwhile and might start to pay off in the end.  It goes up and down like this, and before you know it, ten years have gone by, and you're still doing the same thing, and feeling the same feelings, except you've become accustomed to the ups and downs, and somehow it starts to define you. 

Our friends enjoy a few beers on the weekends, going to the club/bar, and winding up at the Waffle House at 3am for coffee and hash browns.  If we have the luxury of being without kids for an extended amount of time, we would rather be out there making money, and with the extensive travel involved in a workday, we see a lot of things, and meet a million different kinds of people.  We come home exhausted with melted mindframes and our home is suddenly quiet, for we can think of nothing to say except only the necessary,

"Rub my shoulders right here.."
"I'm taking a shower, you coming with?"
"I'm done, going to bed, see you when I see you"

My kids arrived at home right as I walked in the door. My son received a couple of gift cards for his birthday, and he wanted to go to Wal Mart. We all know how I feel about the Wal Mart, but nonetheless.  My husband agrees to take him.  After this conversation, which my daughter and I witnessed, I'm thinking "I'll be here with only my daughter, I can relax!". My husband pulls me into the bedroom. 

"Take a two hour nap, and then you can take him to Wal Mart..."

"REALLY??!"

"Ya! Babe, I'm tired, you got more sleep than me in the truck this weekend..."

I hate that man sometimes...all I'm thinking right now is how productive it would be to finally pinch his head off and feed it to the dog.  The dog will eat anything, she won't even notice that her papa is sitting on the couch with no head.  

Whilst my Mom borrowed my car this weekend, I have to now go to Wal Mart in the same truck I've lived in for three days.  It's not one of those plush trucks with the bucket seats and tilt steering.  We're talking vinyl bench seat, flat as a board, with plastic floor boards, freezing, and absolutely no cushion under your ass whatsoever.  As soon as I get home, I swear he is going to die...

I have to go back to work for now...and given the fact that there is no interest whatsoever in my workdays, there's not much to talk about anyway.  Thought I would share about why I've been gone for three days.

Tonight we play Lazer Tag, so maybe more stories will come from that.....Cheers!