Venting

Dear Government Employee who is controlling my life,

I dislike you. I am trying really hard not to hate you (especially since we aren't allowed to use that word in our house). I would like to understand what perverse pleasure you are getting from playing with our lives, but I don't.

When you moved us to WV in August 09 (at our own cost), it was with promises of a better life. A one mile commute!!!! Oh the things we could do! Real family time.  Time to devote to our callings. Owning our own home. And for a while that's exactly what we had. It was amazing. And then....

You changed your mind. My husband was forced to endure a 3 hour commute (each way). He comes home exhausted and grumpy. As am I, after being with the boys from 5am-8pm. Chores don't get done. Callings become a burden. Family time is relegated to the lowest of priorities, after all of the things that we HAVE to do. We are stretched to our limits. (And don't even get me started on the financial impact.)

Over the last year and a half you have changed your mind so many times I have lost count. Every few months you tease us by letting Wil work from WV for a week, two, sometimes even a couple months... only to take it all back again.

Now I have tried (and tried) to have a good attitude. But it just isn't working. It's killing us.

Please retire. 

Yours truly,
One Frustrated Mommy


**(Please understand that I am very grateful that my husband has a job that provides for our family. I know that it could be a lot worse. This week has been one of the "teaser" weeks and I'm struggling with the change.)