I have not been blogging much because quite frankly I don’t have time. My weeks look like this:
Monday – Drive from Columbus to Cleveland
Tuesday – Work in Cleveland
Wednesday – Work in Cleveland and plan to go home at the end of the day, but stay because…work.
Thursday – Work in Cleveland and try to finish before 3:00 pm to make it home by dinner – not a guarantee.
Friday – it’s a crap shoot if I make it home to my family (well, my daughter and pets) before 5:00 pm.
Saturday – Clean and cook so that when I leave again there is food and the apartment doesn’t look like pigs live in it.
Sunday – Laundry and pack – hopefully have a meal with my daughter and go to bed early.
Part of me wishes for a normal life. You know the fairytale that looks like this:
Get up (without a migraine and looking amazing)
Make everyone breakfast while smiling and being cheerful)
Send everyone on their way, take a leisurely shower, get ready and go to work (after making sure the house is immaculate and dinner is prepped)
Come home, do homework, make dinner and enjoy family time
Everyone goes to bed without a problem and I can enjoy wine, a bath, a good book or some television
Go to bed with my loving partner and do it all again the next day
What. The. Heck.
Who knows if this is really a thing. If it is, shit, I want in on it.
My life is instead riddled with anxiety, thoughts of not being good enough, add some level of hating how I look and make sure to include a healthy fear of being alone forever.
Again, what the heck?
When I called my mom tonight and kindly explained (through tears) that I was not wanting to come home Sunday because it meant a lot of unnecessary driving, she made me feel like it is all my fault that I have a job that takes me out of town.
Yes mom, it is my fault.
It’s my fault I live in Columbus
It’s my fault I travel too much.
It’s my fault I go home to Columbus Saturday morning to come back to Cleveland Sunday for Easter, back to Columbus and then go back to work Monday morning in Cleveland.
I must come home and drive 10+ hours over less than 72 hour period to appease my mom.
It’s no wonder I’m single and find it impossible to fall in love. When the hell do I have time to date?
I miss my home. I miss having a life. I miss my daughter and I miss my pets.
That right there is my life. I work hard and go without a lot to make them happy. Because they make me happy. I sacrifice and sometimes put myself and my needs last to make sure they are cared for.
Just for once I would love to not be left saying what the heck and shaking my head at the end of each day.
I’m not sure, but I’m open for suggestions!