Confessions of a Work-aholic

So I am starting to see signs of a work-aholic and I don’t like it. Not. One. Bit. But right now I don’t have a choice as I am the only one providing for us right now. I am doing things I once got upset with my husband for doing. I stay up late (I am talking 3am!), I am constantly on the computer or phone. When I am not home working, I am working at the salon. My mind is always turning, my body always pacing. My husband gives me grief for leaving without saying good-bye because I am not thinking about saying good-bye, I am thinking about where I have go and what I have to do next. And I feel like I am always busy. Busy doing nothing sometimes. I need to get a system down. I schedule. I can do it. Starting off with bedtime. I am going to go. Right now. Because my baby is starting up school again in the morning, yay! At a big girl school. She is very excited. And I want to see her off. Here is a picture she drew the other day. I have posted her art before. Maybe I am biased because I am her mom, but I think she is pretty darn remarkable for being only four years old. Although I love my jobs, and incredibly fortunate to have a husband who is amazing with our kids and two striving businesses…….. I miss my “mom” job.