Friday and i must work...

Well, as i sit here in my bed (don't judge i did work all night), i think i must update the masses on my life. I think i may have scared half of everybody i know by saying i cannot wait to be single, but I was just expressing my inner turmoil. However, I remain happily married. 

Though it seems to be a great deal more work than i could of imagined. And if i have to talk about my feelings or even figure out what i am feeling one more time, i may just barf. 

On a lighter note, it is friday and I must work. This is the downfall of a nursing career. Once i get to work, I am fine, but the prep for it is brutal. First i have to talk to all of my monday thru friday nine to five working friends and listen to their plans for the weekend. Then i call my mom and she tells me how she is going out to dinner and then i get to talk to my husband and watch him get all weird because he doesn't want to tell me he has awesome plans. For some reason i have to put myself through this very necessary self torture to conjure a great deal of hate for my job. But don't worry once i get there i am fine. At least i can complain about it to you and my patients (just kidding). 

This tirade is awful (i just read it back to myself). Sorry i put you through this, but it is Friday and I must work.