Don't get me wrong. I LOVE having a job. I LOVE having the income.
But I'm finding myself so exhausted at the end of the day that I'm starting to snap at the kids, I'm neglecting friends, neglecting housework, and I also find myself trying to figure out how I'm going to see the BF. Granted, he works in the Gulf and is only on land 14 days each month and it sucks.