whiny whinerson

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!