Monday Moaning

On my drive to work today I got hit with yet another case of the Mondays. As I drove closer and closer to work I sank deeper and deeper into a depression about work. I really don't want to be here. I would rather be sleeping in at home, spending time with my husband, volunteering places.

Unfortunately there are these things called bills and even though I wish they didn't exist, they do. Simply wishing them gone doesn't make it true. Credit card bills, student loans, rent, cell phone bills, utilities, groceries. The reality is life costs money to live it. And, to be frank, my husband doesn't make enough money to cover those all and allow me to be just a housewife.

I just don't want to be here for work. Maybe if I worked elsewhere I would be happier, would enjoy going to work every day. But the question is, do I risk leaving my job, my paycheck, my health insurance for the unknown? Practicality tells me no. Happiness tells me yes.

Despite my lack of enthusiasm I am here. I press on, earning that next dollar, working till I get my 40 hours in. Working...not really wanting to be here...but working just the same.