Monday Can Go Piss Up a Rope!

Christ Almighty, what a friggin' week it's been and today (Mon-frikkin-day, of course!) has been the worst of them all. The workload is getting worse by the moment and there is no end in sight. To cap it all off, the wife and I are currently in the midst of a screaming match because of the time I spend working with the Scouts instead of working on her house. Just what I need on top of a 60+ hour work week, 16 new hires to train, four ridiculous deadlines and NO GOD DAMNED WRITING GETTING DONE AT ALL!!!!!!!!!

Okay, whining and bitching done now.

I am exhausted. The workload (as you perhaps guessed from my subtle hints above!) is seriously getting to me. It's been non-stop for months now, but I've been rolling with it. Now, the office is dropping insane requirements on me and I am fraying just a bit about the edges (There! You see? Just along the arms there . . .) Having to go around and around with the wife on top of it is sucking the little bit of energy I have left out of me. Honest to God, for the first time ever: I was GLAD to get away from her for the weekend! Usually I miss her when I'm away with the Scouts but she just won't let up on me over this whole thing and I needed the space just to catch my breath for a minute. What is with women? (Okay, I know that's an unfair generalization but I'm bent at the moment so bear with, alright?) Why do they feel that they have the right to order their men about like field hands then become terribly hurt when we refuse to shuffle, dance and tip our hats with a smile and a: "Yes'm Ma'am!"? I swear that wives start to think of their husbands as live-in contractors after a few years. We're supposed to to what the boss says, when she says it, the way she says it and if we dare disagree or (GASP!) refuse, they pull out the "You don't love me anymore!" card. I swear to God, there are days I wish I was gay. Men can NOT be this unreasonable!

Wow. That was harsh, huh? Tip to all: never blog when pissed at the spouse. Much ugliness ensues.

Anyway, the weekend was a big success. We helped clear a mile of trails, scrape and paint a counselor building and ready an athletic field for use at a summer camp for handicapped children. (Heartless, inconsiderate bastard that I am. How dare I let such things interfere with mowing the lawn?)

Sorry. No more spouse bashing. I mean it this time.

The Scouts did an unbelievable amount of work for these kids and they were happy to do it and really proud of themselves when they were done. They should be, it was a hell of a lot of work for a dozen or so 12-13 year old kids. (Our older scouts were involved in a fund raiser for their summer trip this weekend) I'm really proud of them too. My boy and one other Scout did the bulk of the scraping and painting. He was shocked at how hard it was. He thought he'd gotten the easy job when we started out but he soon discovered otherwise. Poor kid's back and shoulders are still killing him but he did a great job. He even helped clean the fields when he finished with that. He's a great kid!

Ah well, nothing writing wise at all last week. I'm about to set into doing some type-in for GS right now so I'm gonna sign off and get to it.

Later!