WHOOSH

That is how I feel some days. It's been a rather chronic state of busy around here for the last few months. The last several weeks have been more so than typical. I keep looking for the "short work week" and it hasn't appeared on my work dashboard yet. I want to whine, but I can't. I don't have time during the day, and I don't have the energy in the evening for it. Plus, I'm the one with a job, so I'll take the extra hours. Unfortunately, it comes at the cost of study time for Devildog. While this one day a week of school works for my work schedule, it doesn't work well for him. I hate that I leave him with the Blur all day, but it was the other way around when he was working. Except, I was home with all the kids while he worked overnights, so there was the juggle of schedules, trying to keep the kids quiet so he can sleep during the day, and be a geographical single parent in the evenings to 4 kids with a broad space between ages. But he manages as best as he can. He does a lot more than some guys I know. I am one of those that firmly believe that every father should spend time as a stay-at-home dad so he understands that moms are not all sitting on the blessed assurance all day.
This level of busy brings about some neglecting of friendships. I see posts on Crackbook of a group of people I know that do stuff, and wonder why I wasn't included. Oh yea, I am not in contact with them as much. It's a brief passing online as I read their updates, and wave as I pass them in the parking lot.
I am having a Pampered Chef party on Friday. I have invited friends I haven't seen in a while. If they don't buy any kitchen stuff then I at least hope I will have an opportunity to catch up with some of them. I've contemplated having a movie night or game night at my house just so I can do something fun with friends. I think a game night would be more fun since movie tastes vary so much among my friends.
Now, pardon me, I have to WHOOSH myself off to get more stuff done today.