THREE WEEKS, BABY!

THREE WEEKS. That is what I have left of this stinkin' tax season. That is what we have left until we can see Chris again. A lot of people have asked me exactly HOW much he works. I don't think people realize how much an accountant works. After all, if I had not married an accountant, I would DEFINITELY think their spouse was exaggerating just a tad when they said their husband/wife is never home. Let me tell you, they ARE NOT exaggerating. Chris is NEVER. HOME. And by never, I mean never during the hours most people are awake. Yes, he comes home to sleep, and that is about it. On Mondays he is out the door by 5:30, and comes home about 11. Tuesday through Friday, he usually drops Noah off at school, so he can at least see him for the 5 minute drive to school, and then will work until about 11. So, what about Saturday or Sunday? Yeah, he is working. He goes in around 9 (woo-hoo!!!) on those mornings, and again, works until about 10 and gets home around 11. We live a ways from his job, so when there isn't traffic, it takes him about 45 minutes to get home. During rush hour, it's an hour and a half. I think that is his silver lining during this tax season--he does not fight with rush hour! Luckily, with this job he does get some overtime. Which is nice. At least there is some kind of compensation for never seeing him. Although, I have definitely learned the lesson that money does NOT buy happiness. Not that we have "money", I'm just saying that I would rather have my husband home than have the extra money we are getting. The kids are really missing their daddy now. I mean, they have always missed him, but now they are almost getting angry. Which is understandable. I think Chris saw this the other morning, so Friday we got a special treat!! He made sure to come home "early" and he was home at 6:30! We were SO excited. We ordered pizza (yea! an excuse not to cook.. like I need one!!), played outside, went for a walk, and just enjoyed having daddy home. I made him give the kids a bath.. YAY! and then the kids didn't get in bed until 10:30, but well worth it. Besides the kids, I have been going pretty crazy, too. Seriously, if I hear MOMMY!! One more time, I might go postal. I might just open the door and run far, far, far away. I'm beginning to talk back to the TV so I have some kind of adult interaction! It's pretty sad! We've been at this since mid-January and it's nice to see it coming near an end. This is the LONGEST tax season we have had so far. He is starting to get more stuff at work, and something with the law changes, etc. My house is in shambles.. (what else is new, right??) my laundry is piled sky high, and I feel like a dog chasing his tail all the time! Yes, I could be doing laundry and cleaning right now instead of blogging, but I'm T.I.R.E.D. Not the kind of tired Chris is when he gets off work. He is mentally exhausted in an entirely different way. One not more than the other. I'm just worn out, the don't touch me, irritable, emotional kind of tired. The kind of tired that if someone were to take my last dr. pepper, i might go off on them (poor Noah--I will leave it at that). The kind of tired that if Kara hurts one more part of her body (thought we had a broken nose this afternoon), I'm dropping her off at the neighbors house who (I just found out) is a nurse at the Childrens hospital around here, and she can deal with her. The kind of tired where when one of my children (eh hem.. kate) whines at me, I might whine back in such a loud voice the entire van gets quiet the rest of the way home.. and inside I chuckle evil-ey (is that a word??) in satisfaction. Oh, Chris, you better hurry up and finish before I make the entire family mental. Me being mental is bad enough.. we don't need any other mentals in the family!

So, here's to THREE MORE WEEKS!! Say a prayer, clean my house, take my kids, or just sit back and wait on the celebratory post.

(can we say RANDOM POST??? This is what happens when I haven't practiced having adult conversation in the last couple of months...)