In the immortal words of Peter Griffin...
Holy Crap! I can't believe its been like 8 months since I've posted (last night excepted). Let me crack open the bottle of my psyche and let some of the pressure out.
I was sitting home yesterday at about 3 o'clock (pm) before work, sorting through the boys' Halloween candy, taking out the empty wrappers and loose candy, when I realized how much I'm missing out on. You see, my work schedule changed sometime in the spring, I don't remember exactly when, and I'm now working evenings, 4pm to midnight, 6 days a week. I get Sundays off, usually. When I talked to Monica about it at the time, it seemed like a good idea. Turns out in practice, it wasn't. Now everything concerning the kids is put on her. And I miss out on all the things going on at home. And I'm not there as a balancing force when they (or Monica) get out of hand. Yes Monica, sometimes your temper gets the best of you. You're human. It happens. We all do it. And I know it gets overwhelming for you. Hell it would for anyone. Single parent, 3-4 kids to tale care of. And I can't be there for you, because I'm at work.
And my situation. Here's how I live. I get in the morning, make some coffee. I'm alone. Monica is at work, and the kids are in school. I drink my coffee, have a cigarette, get on the computer and read my Daily Dilbert, maybe read the wresting-online newsletter. Maybe I pick up the living room some, maybe clean off the dining room table of last nights dinner dishes. Maybe wash some dishes. But I'm alone. Maybe play some music, get me motivated. If I'm lucky, I get a phone call from Monica from work and talk to her for a few minutes. After that, I'll play a little bit of Dungeon Runners (www.dungeonrunners.com). Then about 3:30 I get ready for work and leave. Work for 8 hours, which is mind-numbingly dull. Then I come home, Monica's either watching TV or asleep on the couch, but waiting for me. Kida are in bed. I take Monica to bed, cuddle with her a bit, then come upstairs and eat, get on the computer for a bit, play some more Dungeon Runners. Go to bed too late. Rinse and repeat. Occasionally get dizzy for a few days here and there.
I can't finish, there's a dark hole sucking in my thoughts...
I was sitting home yesterday at about 3 o'clock (pm) before work, sorting through the boys' Halloween candy, taking out the empty wrappers and loose candy, when I realized how much I'm missing out on. You see, my work schedule changed sometime in the spring, I don't remember exactly when, and I'm now working evenings, 4pm to midnight, 6 days a week. I get Sundays off, usually. When I talked to Monica about it at the time, it seemed like a good idea. Turns out in practice, it wasn't. Now everything concerning the kids is put on her. And I miss out on all the things going on at home. And I'm not there as a balancing force when they (or Monica) get out of hand. Yes Monica, sometimes your temper gets the best of you. You're human. It happens. We all do it. And I know it gets overwhelming for you. Hell it would for anyone. Single parent, 3-4 kids to tale care of. And I can't be there for you, because I'm at work.
And my situation. Here's how I live. I get in the morning, make some coffee. I'm alone. Monica is at work, and the kids are in school. I drink my coffee, have a cigarette, get on the computer and read my Daily Dilbert, maybe read the wresting-online newsletter. Maybe I pick up the living room some, maybe clean off the dining room table of last nights dinner dishes. Maybe wash some dishes. But I'm alone. Maybe play some music, get me motivated. If I'm lucky, I get a phone call from Monica from work and talk to her for a few minutes. After that, I'll play a little bit of Dungeon Runners (www.dungeonrunners.com). Then about 3:30 I get ready for work and leave. Work for 8 hours, which is mind-numbingly dull. Then I come home, Monica's either watching TV or asleep on the couch, but waiting for me. Kida are in bed. I take Monica to bed, cuddle with her a bit, then come upstairs and eat, get on the computer for a bit, play some more Dungeon Runners. Go to bed too late. Rinse and repeat. Occasionally get dizzy for a few days here and there.
I can't finish, there's a dark hole sucking in my thoughts...
posted by Tom at 1:05 PM
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