The last few weeks have kicked my ass. I just finished my 3rd week of trying to do 80 hours of work in half the time (it’s impossible, by the way), and I’m floundering. My coworker (and good friend) had her baby 3 weeks ago, and during her 8 week maternity leave, I’m covering her job (my old job) and trying to keep my head afloat on my relatively new job.
I’m barely treading water.
Basically, I’m fucked.
Beyond that, I have no time to blog. And that makes me SUPER sad.
Now it’s 8pm on a Friday night, and Charlie is asleep because he got up at 2am to drive to Denver and back (600 miles!) to pick up a new truck since his work truck recently shit the bed (DAMMIT). My best friend & normal drinking partner is 8w pregnant (yay!) so I’m drinking my 4th beer alone, the kids are asleep so I should probably go to sleep, but all I want to do is catch up on your lives and to share about mine lately.
Yesterday morning, my mother-in-law texted me this…and I cried…
Stella’s imagination has taken off lately, and with that has come a lot of talk about Jaime. It’s awesome, and it’s sad. It makes me so happy that she still talks about Jaime, but it kills me that she even needs to think up adventures like this. I mean, WHAT THE FUCK?
Tonight I got home from work after a really long day, and this is the new game Stella came up with to play with Harvey… jumping in the rocket ship to visit Auntie Jaime in heaven so they could give her big hugs. I mean, it’s a heart breaker, right?