A long gripe followed by a little joy

GRIPE:
Today is the beginning of the weekend. My weeks never end. The past 2 days at work have seemed to be a trap in some sort of time continuum. They dragged on til I felt every ounce of patience and good will had been slowly dripped from my being. I came home to a messy house, a stack of dirty dishes and a load of souring laundry in the washing machine (that I forgot about 3days ago)..and feeling like a failure in general. I sometimes feel a guilt coupled with resentment that I have no control over my time at all whatsoever. I have this unbelievable desire to go through the house and throw away everything and make everything so clean and neat and organized and I have absolutely no resource to make that possible. I have no energy or time...and those are two friends that never visit me at the same time. I say it is guilty as well because I cannot hate my job which more often than not I love. It is where I met my husband and we formed our strange relationship and where I have met so many of the most interesting, fascinating people - many of whom have become great friends. It has also provided for me a home, a car, stability, opportunity and an endless supply of sandwiches (which happens to be my favorite food). Okay, I guess I shouldn't complain...it's not really all that bad.

GLAD: One great thing about today was my son in my belly. He was so active and squirmy...which always makes me smile. It's my little secret while I'm making a sandwich or listening to a story or washing dishes...that where no one else can see -my baby is alive and awake and strong.