Somebody please inform my next fiance that he better be independently wealthy, because I’ve had it with working for a living!
Just kidding. I am already happily engaged to a man who need me to keep my 9-5, but this evening, making the long commute home, I burst into tears. I missed my son, I missed my freedom. I despised the best hours of the day being spent in an office. And, it is only the second day of my second week at my new job.Â This is not a good sign. I need to find a way to cope…
What is a girl to do to survive the work-week?
The only thing she can do: Reach for a bath bomb and draw herself a nice hot bath. In times like these, there may not be problem solving, but there can be problem soothing.