Yup, I'm still alive.
Yup, I'm still here. In Othello/Moses Lake I mean. Seriously. Still here.
I am tired. Mentally and emotionally.
I feel like such a whiner because I know that this is something that many many people have to do all the time to make a living. [and i really don't know how they do it.] But I'm not going to lie - being away from home for 19 days straight SUCKS. I miss my baby boy and my husband. And my home. And my dogs.
Anyway, throwing myself a little pity-party here in the motel room right now. Venting helps me not to get too homesick or cry.
I am hoping that tomorrow we will actually complete the work required to be ready for paving on Monday morning by early afternoon, and I can go home and see Oly before his bedtime. And not have to work all day Sunday. That sounds nice to me. So here's to hoping for a little mental and emotional break!