work….

David’s working the next three weekends, including this one. He’ll also be coming home late and working some nights… who knows how many? I don’t want to think about it.

We didn’t know this until Thursday. Great way to come crashing down hard from vacation, huh….

Since I’d scheduled a hair appointment already, he agreed to work from home today so I could go. I got there to find out that someone had scheduled it wrong. I couldn’t get my increasingly long dark roots highlighted after all.

And now I’m having a pity party because it looks like this chore won’t get completed until this time of too much working is over….

Back into the hate part of my love/hate relationship with David’s job….

The end.