Brenda, you’re really a comedian! Smart aleck!

Ya’ll I’ve been so busy all week. My younger son has been sick too. Being a manager is not glamorous at all. I basically spend my time taking care of the needs of the staff. The maintenance man called off today. And since my publisher had a meeting with the mayoral candidate and then another meeting with the county manager, guess who had to clean up the conference room and get it ready? That’s right, me.

The light bulbs blew in our editor’s office. And guess who was standing on top of his desk screwing in new lightbulbs? Me.

The receptionist quit. So guess who has a five hour shift answering the main line? You got it.

But through it all. I love it. I see that my publisher is not a tyrant like some people make her out to be. I’m learning so much from her about running a business and you all know I’m very eager to learn. It’s like she told me when I first started. “The Miami Times takes care of those who take care of The Miami Times.”

It’s a lot of work and very hectic, but I love it.

On another note, my baby daddy finally got his web cam hooked up so he can chat with the boys online. It’s so weird looking at his face after all this time. I keep thinking, “Do I know you? DId I really spend YEARS of my life with you and bear your children?”

Since we started having kids we have not done anything together as a family. So it is unusual for me to see him interact with the boys. We keep very seperate lives when it comes to our children. We don’t fight anymore, but it’s like he’s a distant cousin or something.

I always thought true love lasts forever. That no matter what happens, if you TRULY loved that person, you could always be friends. Romantic love is so fleeting. It is based on emotions.

Real love is different. Real love allows you to forgive and move on. Real love allows you to overlook a person’s quirks.

I’m hot. Not sexually hot. Not “it’s hot in Miami” hot. But I think I have a fever. My body aches. I have too much going on next week to get sick. I’m still planning the job fair at my office. I’m still trying to make sure that everyone is made aware of the new policies and procedures. But I’m so tired ya’ll. 

My fantasy is to sleep in for two days in a row. In my own bed with fresh clean sheets and no kids kicking me in their sleep. I want some privacy. That is what I miss most. There’s no where for me to go to be by myself.  This is hard living but I know I’ll appreciate it more when I get my house. That is my goal. To buy myself a house instead of moving out and renting an apartment. Why waste all that money on rent when I can just stay here with my Mom a little longer and save up for my house?

It makes sense to me. I’ll just have to endure.

Anybody wanna come over and hook a sister up with a massage?

I’m just tired. I need a break.