Its friday night, I'm home with the kids because Randy is at a funeral. It was supposed to be over at 7, the dinner to follow then he was coming right home. Its been a long week. I'm ready to put the kids to bed and take a long hot shower. I can't remember the last time I've been able to shower without being walked in or or interupted for whatever reason.
Mondays are Randys day off. We try to spend it as a family if possible.
Tuesdays normally stink b/c the kids are in daddy withdrawal.
Wednesday are rough as well because Randy goes to work and comes home for dinner but has to leave again for church.
Thursday we are just pushign to the weekend.
Fridays, I'm exhausted. The kids are ready for their daddy to be home for the weekend and so am I.
Saturdays we spend as a family. We try to guard that day to be a true family day.
Sundays are always hectic with church and trying to get up and out the door. Randy leaves earlier and so I'm the one getting the kids fed and ready and to church ontime. We mostly make it by 915 every week. Sunday nights he invites the youth over almost every week, so I clean the house up during the afternoon.
Is it all worth it? Every bit of it. I love my life and what I do. There are days I wish I could just take a nap and a shower but for the most part, I really love it.
