Asking only workman's wages

I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
- The Boxer, Simon & Garfunkel



I was going to put up a big ole whine-fest about how the kids are making me crazy and I can't find a decent work-from-home job that isn't a scam and how I was 20 or so seconds from taking one of the part-time office jobs and putting the kids in day care and the money woes and waaa!

Meh - I'm just not feeling it.

Mike and I are both tired. I had a hard night last night with insomnia and jimmy leg. When dinner time came around, we decided to get a pizza with some cash Mike's parent's gave us for our anniversary. Not our preferred way to spend that money, but neither of us were into making dinner.

After dinner, Mike hung out with the girls while I mowed the lawn. I came in an hour later to two freshly bathed girls, one of whom was already in bed.

The time I spent on the tractor was therapeutic. I turned the music up LOUD and mowed that damn lawn as fast as I could.

Here's to hoping that next week will be better.