Tirade...

Tirade of an insane mom...
  

  Yes, I realize I brought this on myself. Each and every stinking problem I have... I know is entirely my fault. But can I just say... it is TOO much.

I love my family, but I am so sick of carting half of us to once city to work for a while, then another to clean and "live." I want to put things away in my apartment. I want my winter clothes to fit in the stinking closet! I want to OWN enough hangers to put my winter clothes in the closet that they should fit in. I want things to have a place and to know, and hopefully remember, where that place is. I want to clean my bathroom more than once a month. I want to spend more times with my super cute babes (I clocked one work day: 2.1 hours with Graham. That's it). I want to be able to dote on my husband, and cook dinner more than once a month. Is this really too much to ask for? (Again, I already know... this is my fault.)

 I like my job, it really is quite interesting. But I am SICK of working with crazy people. I may understand why things happen, or why people do thing, but that doesn't make it any less offensive.  It doesn't mean I think about it less at night, efficiently getting myself roiled up, and then having to calm down again. I like doing my job, I've discovered I don't like doing insane leadership/reporting on things I can't change and I can't fix. That is particularly depressing. I know managing is an art, and quite frankly I am a sucky artist (at least at this job).

Ok, so there are only two major things... but tonight, just tonight as I sit in the lap of luxury at my mom's house, unable to act on any of my problems... I tirade.