First day back to work.
Oh. My. Goddess.
I am fucking beat. I am sore. I am tired. I am UNDER FUCKING APPRECIATED. I am angry. I had to squeeze my swollen self into a pair of respectable work pants which was a feat in itself. I could hardly reach my shoes to tie them because bending at the waist fucking sucked. But I did it. I got in the car, which again was not easy. I'm short so I have to hoist myself in there on a normal day so today was extra fun. The drive there sucked.
The entire day was exhausting. I did manage to make it through the entire shift ON MY FEET. I didn't stab anyone in the eye. I didn't swear at anyone. I am a fucking warrior!
And then what did my dumb ass do?
Walked up a big ass hill to the bus stop. Shit for brains I tell ya. Winded. Aching. Mad as hell.
Am no longer a warrior.
Am a sad, weak shell of a warrior. Ugh.
My husband does not appreciate all I have been through. He does not realize the torture I put my body through. He does not recognize the mental fatigue. He is a dumb man. Again I state I am UNDER FUCKING APPRECIATED. I am angry. And y'know what....I'm a bit sad as well.
Now if you'll excuse me I must go finish cooking my hard working loving husband his DINNER.
If I didn't have to eat it, I would spit in it. But I'm hungry.....I worked all day. Must have strength for when he decides to pick a fight.
** I typically don't do the husband bashing thing on here. But tonight, I'm feeling feisty! **
PS...Oh, and honey.....when you read this......
loooove you! Ya big jerk.