Moment of Silence

Its late as heezy and I am more than exhausted. My eyes are on fire as I sit here in thought. I have been up since 6:30am going non-stop literally. First day back at a "real" full time job and I ask myself, "is this what I really want?" I am honestly trying not to be pessimistic or ungrateful. Our family needs the income and that is really all that inspires me to even get up tomorrow to do the same routine all over again.

Work was work...another day of unbondaged slavery if you will. My boss seems very down to earth and consistent. I left the job feeling like a tornado pick up up in its mouth and spit me out to dry! I had things coming at me left and right as if I had been there for years. Its ok though, many lessons learned...I am making a mental note of all things bothering me. Its hard when temping because you don't know how much is too much until you are actually "in there". As my boobs expanded with undrunk milk over a 9hr day, all I could think about was how much I missed my babies. I rushed home in almost 100 degree weather, no A/C, and unexplainable traffic, just to hug my girls and see the smile on their face. It was such a calming moment of silence.

The long day made me appreciate the 2hrs left to spend with them as I dreaded to cook dinner for the evening. The difference is I appreciated the time because I had missed so much already. I am praying it gets better after a week or so. Well to bed I go, praying for sweet dreams, peaceful rest, and the energy to rise tomorrow.