I know I used to be a lot more fun and motivated but lately (OK for the past few -- several-- months) it's been hard to find a light at the end of the tunnel. We've successfully moved into workaholic territory and unsurprisingly left behind family fun territory. I hate it. With three jobs and one full load of classes between us the Hubs and I are rarely in close proximity unless we are sleeping or driving in a car (and usually one of us is sleeping when the other is driving the car).
My son actually told me yesterday, as I was sprawled on the bed refusing to move: "where is Dadda? I want to play." This is an insult because I've always been the more fun out of the two and as I've said before, the Kid is a total mama's boy and would never forsake me for the company of his Dadda (sad, but true, I've always ruled just a little more than the Hubs). I know things have to change, and I've tried but gosh darnit, change is hard! I think a lot of it has to do with the living situation which is driving me nuts and generally not allowing me to be in a good mood. One more year, though and the Hubs graduates and then we move far, far away. Or just back to L.A. One year can't come fast enough.
