I would totally pet your hair and I totally feel your pain. I am freaking out because I bought twenty dollars worth of nail polish during this last trip. Twenty dollars! And it came out of my budgeted spending money. It was fine.
But I feel like we're always behind the 8 ball, and the SO is working what amounts to three jobs, and he doesn't see an end to it. But there has to be. We can't keep up like this indefinitely.
And I know we're super lucky, and I love that we've been able to build this house and live in it for four years. I love that we're able to do work we love during a time when people don't have work at all. I'm not complaining.
But I can definitely relate to how damn tiring it all is.
We could paint our toenails and... not braid each others' hair because it's too short!
I love that we're able to do work we love during a time when people don't have work at all. I'm not complaining.
But I can definitely relate to how damn tiring it all is.
Yes, this. I know I am living with the consequences of my choices (financial irresponsibility in the last ten years, taking lower paying jobs instead of being miserable, moving while unemployed) and I love my new job, and it does have decent earning potential eventually. I'm just tired right now.
Nora,
I hope your lawyer will stomp on people's necks!
But I feel like we're always behind the 8 ball, and the SO is working what amounts to three jobs, and he doesn't see an end to it. But there has to be. We can't keep up like this indefinitely.
Something like this has been circling around the corners of my brain for a month or so now. I can hardly articulate it, because I haven't let it come to the forefront of the thoughts for long enough to really get it together into a big picture.
So, I'll just say -- I'm in this boat, too.
Skimmed. Should be doing work. Brain is dead. Feel like partial zombie. This secondary gig (helping ND) is wicked cool, wicked complicated, and really making the hamster run at full speed in my head. But the over nights is killing me. Too much caffiene in my system. Got home at 8:30am. Body woke up 2.5 hours later. Really? WTF. Like 6 hours of sleep in the past 72 hours. Thankfully, it's wicked cool, and the producer is super sweet. And helping ND out. But. Tired. If you hear of someone feasting on brains, it was me.
Oh, and casual observation... the times you need good nutrition are the times you don't have time for it, and eat the worst food you can have, which probably doesn't help the situation. Funny, no?
So, I'll just say -- I'm in this boat, too.
We're going to need a bigger boat.
Dang, I almost smiley-emoticonned that!
Well, if we get an island, we *really* need that bigger boat. IJS.
Dammit, Jim, I'm a carpenter, not a boat-builder!!
