48 hours

48 hours is how many hours I worked in the last 4 days. 32 of them being on Saturday and Sunday. Yes, I agree, double shifts are exhausting-but the paycheck sure is nice. It really is sad not to see my boys for two whole days though. I feel like a piss poor mom, but at the same time maybe I am a good mom because I work so hard to make sure they have a roof over their head and food to eat?
Some days I feel as if I live at my work. Good thing I don't mind my job.
David thinks I am writing about him in my blog so I am going to prove him right.
How can people get so worked up over football? He yells at the TV when his team screws up and claps and cheers when they score. Each time it scares the crap out of me because I don't know when he will begin to yell. I want to say. "It's a stinkin' game, for Pete's sake!" but I am sure he is aware of that so I will hold my tongue until football season is over.
Does "football season" mean I can go hunting and killing footballs because, trust me, I will!