And this is me, tired.

I think that I go a fair amount of time between crabby tired weekends. I'm having one this weekend. I'm going to tell you about it in hopes that it will save everyone around me from me. So far, not so much.
Here's the deal.
Cullen works 2 jobs. He comes home from one, sleeps, gets up, runs, and goes to the next one. He works Sat am's too, so after that he comes home and sleeps- which means that Saturdays are no different for me other than not needing to try to slam work into my day. Sundays are his first day to sleep in---- which means that I'm still getting up in the am and doing all the normal home stuff that I do every other day. Monday he does not work in the am, but guess what! I DO! Do you hear me? I don't get to sleep in. I don't get a morning off. It's a rare weekend that I catch a nap.
Today we got up at 4:30am to go to the shelter and make breakfast. I'm tired and crabby from being "on duty". Maybe I shouldn't be? I got to go out to lunch yesterday, which is like therapy, maybe that is suposed to get me through? Maybe I should be more sympathetic to my husband? I offer for him to quit a job all the time and he refuses. Maybe I need to just shut up and go to bed at 9pm every night? Or stop feeling lonely at night and find a way to really enjoy it to pieces and that is my "break"? I don't know!
I know that Cullen is sleeping, and then going to play football, and then going golfing, while I am going to go clean Suzanne's house and then come home and watch the kids some more while he goes golfing, and I'm snippy and crabby and near tears.
MOMMA NEEDS A FREAKIN NAP.
Can't you just hear the nay-sayers? "This is what motherhood is about." "BUT YOUR HUSBAND WORKS SOOOOO HARD!" "Things could be worse."
CRABBY! NO TOLERANCE!!!!
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