Anonymously Spitting The Truth

Morning on this beautiful Monday.  My eyes are a bit bloodshot, but I'm still kicking.  I spent 18 hours on the road this past weekend, so I am a bit edgy and maybe even irritated.  We had to drive to the other end of the world for a wedding this past weekend, and though the wedding was nice, I'd really prefer if we didn't have to DRIVE there - all in just one weekend :P

Other than that I'm ecstatic - no really.  I can't wait to get home, do my washing, and clean up the house.  No sarcasm there, promise.  I wish I could just be a housewife, and bring up kids.  Suppose life doesn't always work out the way we want it, or at the exact time that we want it :P

Today I actually have quite a bit of work, but I'm struggling with it.  The one is a personal assessment which I'm suppose to complete today, but I hardly know what to fill out.  What they basically require is for each person to spend their personal time to read books which are work related.  How insane is that?  There's absolutely no way that I'm doing that - I'm not a work-aholic thank you very much!! 

I feels its rather arrogant for them to expect something like that!!  Can you imagine?  Maybe if I could do it in work time, or if I had an agreement to study while working for them, but nothing of the sort!!! They believe its for my own benefit, which is a good enough reason for me to offer up my social life, and maybe even my married life, and all housekeeping.  WTF?!?!?  I might consider it if they paid for a domestic working - lol, but since they don't, I won't be reading any work books OR magazines while I'm home.  I'll be relaxing, and spending time with my husband.  Which is what I am SUPPOSE to do anyway.

Sitting here makes me feel a little like Alice in Wonderland.  Like I don't fit in yet, and everything is still a bit strange, still it feels hauntingly familiar.  I guess blogging is just where my heart lies, and whatever platform I use, it will almost give me that fond homey feel.

I guess I need to start focussing on what I'm going to blog about again.  I haven't shared much personal stuff lately since I've had a spy on my ass.  :P  It wasn't that bad - not a stalker at least!  But basically I found out that my husband is reading my blog, and I guess its just that I sometimes blurt things out on here to vent, and I don't always want to worry about what I say.  Or how I say it.  He didn't say anything about it, and he probably won't either, but just to keep it safe, I'll rather spill the beans in this new nook on the web.