the working girl

I'm in Thornhill at work.

No internet connection. Still practicing my touch typing. Still sucking at it. Wanna see?

Ni correxyions. I like my kov. I love my damilu. I an often so rorn berweeb tben,
(No corrections. I love my job. I love my family. I am often so torn between them.)

Shall I go on? No? Really? I could type like crap forever. Maybe that is how I put my erotic story online. No one would have a clue what I was talking about. Ha ha that would be funny.

Anyway, as I was saying, I am always torn between growing my business and helping my family grow. Well, when I put it that way it seems quite clear doesn't it. If I could I think I would hang up the RMT hat for now and just hang with my kids. Pick up the massage, or something else after the kids were both in school. Pitch the car. I just don't think it's fair to R* to have to try and support our family, financially, all on his own. Plus I know I would hate having him pay for all my school debt. And there would also be the issue of getting what would essentially be an allowance. Yuck. So you see my problem. I'm thinking it is the problem of any parent (male or female) who wishes to stay at home. How do you get paid? You work, then you come home, tired, and you spend the shortest part of your day with you family. Doing what? Getting ready for the next stupid day you have to go to work. No wonder parents don't know what is going on with their teens, they wouldn't know what was going on with their tots (nearly and unfortunate typo there) if the little ones didn't wear their hearts on their sleeves. Ah well, what's the point of complaining when that is how "things" work.

I love hanging out with my clients too, but home is the priority right now. Still money has to come in.

I want to talk about shopping, and eating, but I'm not really ready yet.

Bek