Life is a highway

And I would like to take theh closest exit please! Okay to say the least (the very least) things have been crazy around here lately.

I have been putting in some crazy hours at "work" (titled aptly so because I work my butt off and because its for my externship hours, I do NOT get paid). Thank goodness for the time change because for a little bit I was going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark. Don't get me wrong, its great to feel like I am contributing to society again, but after being on my feet for 9 1/2 hours I don't wanna talk to anybody I just want to go home to the comfort of my bed.

My boys are back to not liking me again. Most nights, we get to see each other for maybe an hour before its bed time and some mornings, they don't even get up before I have to leave. It always seems that when I get a moment to call them, they are asleep so we don't even get a chance to talk. And of course if Daddy is around, I just don't exist. And if I want (or need) to get out by myself on the weekend, there is time lost with them.

SO now the guilt sets in. Life was already feeling so damn crazy before, but now its even harder to do. I want so hard to be every ones super hero, but something or someone always falls through the cracks.

So I just try my best. If I must stay on this crazy road all I can do is make sure that I bring those that I love along with me, make sure to have some great music to listen to, and enjoy the scenery as I pass it by. OH and at least try to have a smoking hot car to travel in!