It takes some gettin’ useta,,,

Having a pay week split over a weekend takes some getting used to.  Today was the end of my pay week, nice FAT paycheck, (and I will get into that in moment, the true point of this post,,) and enough time to get home, feed kidz, SHOWER (omg! did I need that!!!!!) and about the extent of my evening at this point. (writing this post of course,,,)

Its that FAT paycheck,,,   Yeah, its truly nice to see a paycheck I know isn’t going to vaporize before muhnday rolls around,,,,  It’s nice being able to say, “I can seriously overpay ‘this’ this week,,,” That’s a comfort. This particular check is far closer to one of those I used to get when I was salaried.

The downside,,,, I am WHOOPED!!!!! It’s gonna take all weekend to get back to some semblance of my normal self (the usual aches and pains, not this batch I’m currently saddled with) AND, that is not accounting for the fact that I have had not one chance to handle #MYSTUF here around the homestead since I have been getting in at sunset.

There are times where ‘it’s not about the money’,,, Being able to LIVE is part of that and this week has been existence to work, not live, and while I like those numbers in my account, somehow, it seems an unbalanced trade off.

But that is about as much as I am going to complain about it now. Its the usual song and dance of the working types, especially those that work by the hour. (note: when I was salaried, I only once calculated what my hourly rate was, based on start time/end time, occasional breaks etc,,,, This was while I was touring. Minimum wage was not hit, but I was making bank, even if I was never home or even OFF to enjoy it. I never tried to figure it again, and just watched the bank account grow while on tour and settled accounts between.

Biggest problem this week is that shift in working hours and how it has effected all of us on the krews. Time seems to just crawl by this week,,, Not even trying to watch the clock or anything but it seems like we are getting far more done in less time, and there is more time to do it in. I “seems like” and it may just be some sleep deprivation going on since we have been getting up earlier, starting in near dark at the shop and getting home as the sun sets,,,, Things ‘feel’ like they are crawling to us.

And my Kidz are NOT at all happy about it. Their schedule that I am supposed to follow to the T, is all discombobulated right now, and Mama/Grizz are in full clingy mode and competing for every second of lap/desktop they can get. This has caused some strife between Mama and I because she is the desktop kat and said desktop is my writing space (when not occupied by Kat,,,) Tonights ‘compromise’ was I move the keyboard to my lap, ON TOP OF Grizz, and she is the cellphone perch as I type. Demeaning? prolly, but it’s working and she isn’t bucking it: ‘tentions is ‘tentions,,,, so long as dad ain’t a fussin’ about it,,,,

One more long day to go this session and I get two days off. Gonna need BOTH to recupperate from the rockpile we have been pounding on this week. Wanna try to get some water time meditation in, but theres shit that needs done here that is priority (with the kold months coming of fast,) At least I am not in mad rush to fill my woodshed to the gills. It’s getting there, but at a much more sedate pace than years prior. This little wall heater is earning its keep already, and 100# of propane is much cheaper than several ricks of firewood (if I were to purchase it, and definitely if you account my personal time cutting, splitting, hauling. and stacking and the fuels used to do so.)

and the wind-down begins,,,, yawning hard enough to pop my jaw,,,, loud enough to wake Mamakat and get a dirty look about it.

more tomorrow,,,