Good intentions

I intend to write in my blog or post something on Facebook but weeks go by and my good intentions are just that.

Work has taken me by storm to the point of even bringing it home in the evenings so not only do I have Davey's paperwork at night, I have office work. It is not Gene's fault and he would much prefer I did not bring work home but you can't help when you get the reports you need for his presentations and boy, has he had the presentations to do.

Every other weekend I watch Roo so Kristina and Waylon can work. Time with Roo is an answer to prayer, however, I do not get much done while he is awake, which is all day. Yesterday, he did take three 15 minutes naps and that was in my arms. As soon as I laid him down, he was awake and ready to play. I am only getting to blog now as he did not go to sleep until after midnight so right now, he is slightly stirring, getting ready for a new day.

One weekend a month I work at Davey's. That leaves one weekend to garage sale and accomplish things on my me-do list. My me-do list has not had anything scratched off it in months. My weaving loom is still waiting to be put together after 2 years ( I need help getting it done). Dust is the doilies on everything I own. So unlike me not to dust weekly or at least everyother week but it has been months.

I can check my email and facebook at work so that when I get home, I can do more office work.

I am grateful for my work and I love having Roo, I just miss my me time, some alone time to putter and do. Alone time, is almost gone for good (will get some at Julie's, YEAH) but mom has no plans for anymore trips. My boss gave me off the day after July 4th as long as I checked emails from home. Mom was doing volunteer work for 8 hours. Even that got cut short so I only had a couple of hours for myself. I had just started puttering when here she comes.

Mom tore the ligaments in her foot so I now am having to do more yard work in the evenings until it heals, which it won't because she won't stay off of it. This morning I told her if she doesn't stay off of it, she will have to go someplace until it heals as I can't take care of her, while I work.

Things are better at home with mom but I miss alone time, in my home, doing the things I want to do without interference. She seems to think I want her here all the time when I am home, even though, I have made it plain I need her gone once in awhile. Like me, she is a homebody and let's face it, there is not much to do in Marble Falls that would kill 8 hours of time.

I miss my friends and doing things with them but on my one weekend, I need to tend to things at my house.

I know this may sound like I am complaining but I consider it a time of mourning, a part of my grieving the loss of my life that I enjoyed.