Tales of a mid-thirties nothing

The difficulty in my life has been primarily my own fault. Oddly enough, that was easier. When I was 23 and getting divorced for the first time because the man I married was an abusive junkie as well as a bastard, it was acceptable. When I was 28 and my second marriage ended with my huband running off with a good friend and wife of our local Baptist preacher, at least it could be pitied, or sympathized with. Now, I am 32, working full time for a hospital, married a third (and LAST) time, raising my kids and nobody notices me. It is frustrating, I need so much more help than I ever used to, because my husband is gone 3 weeks out of every 4, and I work 9 and 10 hour days, in a thankless job where my efforts usually get credited to someone higher up than I, and I am daily fighting to keep my job. I don't drink, I don't smoke anymore, I don't do any drugs, unless you consider non-alcoholic cough syrup or diet coke as drugs. But I am supposed to be able to do all of this and still have time to have meaningful relationships with my children, and be engaged in their lives. How in the world do these women out there do it? I get home around 5:30 on a good night, I don't want to cook anything, I barely want to get off the couch..... I fix dinner for the kids, usually something that microwaves quick or pasta on the stovetop, feed them, then go collapse in front of the television for an hour or two, then I fall asleep. Then I wake up, and repeat process until Friday, when the kids want pizza and a bedtime that is an hour later than it is supposed to be. Tell me universe, is this the way happy life is supposed to be?

The ultimate obsession

Dearest Readers....

As most of you (all of you) are still getting to know me, I do have a few weaknesses in my life. I hate being late, so much so, that I will actually arrive half an hour early to my intended destination rather than be 5 minutes late. I have three kids, 2 boys and a girl, and I am convinced that they spend every single night plotting in a "pinky and the brain" fashion towards ultimate world domination, but I forgive them each morning because they are so darn cute. My absolute goal in life is to have a home of my own, and be able to take the kids to disneyworld once before they leave me forever. I do have an ultimate weakness... my kryptonite as it were.... well anti-kryptonite because I have to have the stuff... I literally can't go a day without it.... diet coke. I have composed poems to it, I have placed it on my mantle with a stick of incense and a $5 dollar bill. It is the breath of life.

Introductory Message

Hello blogosphere!!! Can I get a Whoop whoop???? Come on...... just a whoo? No? Well, ok fine! Serves me right for thinking I could get any attention out here when Fergie's wedding pictures are available.

A little about me... I am a 32 year old wife, and mother of 3. My husband is a truck driver. He works OTR... and for those of you who don't speak 'trucker' that means "Over the Road." This means he is gone more than he is home, and it is incredibly difficult to live this way. My three children are the j0ys of my world except when they are acting like total snots, and it is a total crap shoot as to whether I will get home to precious angel, or total snot. I work for a hospital as an executive assistant to three departments that comprise one division. I work very hard, and sometimes I think that maybe I live to work instead of working to live. I am hoping that someday, when the economy is better (cough*bush is gone*cough) I might be able to change jobs and work at something with a little less stress.

I am starting this blog to kind of talk about my life, and my own feelings, and because it seems like this is the logical place to talk about those things because I can't afford a therapist, and my mother wants her own life. So, here it is dear readers. I will share all.... thoughts, feelings, gripes, cheers, recipes, and events all will be here for the low subscription cost of .......Nothing!

So, please feel free to respond to my insanity... I probably won't change anything, but it is nice to have the affirmation that someone else is reading this. Unless they aren't.