I just returned from a trip to Bristol, TN, with my DH and four friends. We watched the NASCAR race there, camped, and just had fun. A little bit of rain (ok, a lot of rain), but still very fun.
Getting back from vacation I always feel like I shouldn't have gone in the first place. It's very frustrating. Nothing got done while we were gone - at home, with my dad, or at work. I worked my butt off yesterday just trying to get the fires put out. Dad was out of clean underwear. That was the worst. My family knew I was going to be gone for a week, and they showed up the day after I left, and that was it. So Dad was on his own for 6 days. Why they even bother, I don't know.
Work is ridiculous. It seems no one can move without an ok from me. And if they do, they do it wrong. People who've worked here for years seem to not know how to proceed once I leave. It drives me crazy.
At home, a valve broke off our water line yesterday, spraying water everwhere, so Ken had to spend all day yesterday on that. So nothing else got done.
I am so tired. I am so behind. I can't do it all anymore. But no one seems to notice. They just keep taking, and asking, and assuming. I get no help from anyone. And I'm done. I feel like I'm being punished for taking a week off. I know that sounds weird, but it's exactly how I feel.
I guess I'm still in the funk.
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