I hate that its approaching the 11 o'clock hour right now. I've been up since 5am. Since, I've been re-assigned to a new position with the Port Authority, waking up early has become a new track in my album of Blues. Wake up, shower, get dressed, get my boy up, get him up and ready to go, prepare his lunch, rush out to stop and get breakfast, drop him off, rush to work only to sit in traffic for close to an hour, get to a nearby parking garage to pay an outrageous day rate and then walk 4 long blocks just to get to my building, sit in a cubicle for 8 hours doing senseless and boring things, only to finish and walk the same 4 blocks and sit in another hour of traffic and pick up my son late, then rush home to change, then rush to the field for his football equipment handouts, then rush back home to cook dinner and do dishes (It's beyond me how I was able to log in tonight and update my blog). I had my boyfriend drop off my son at his grandmothers for the night (she offered to take him to camp in the morning) so that I can get into work earlier tomorrow just to get out earlier (not missing my son's doc apt tomorrow). I wasn't going to let the night pass without unwinding somehow, and now here I am spewing all the hectic things that made up my day. This hot green tea is everything right now, not to mention my orange mint hookah fired up!....To all you stay-at-home moms: I envy you. I cant express how disappointed I am that I wont be able to spend the morning with my son and be there to get him ready. Life can be so hard, DAMN you Jersey City. I'm trying and I'll keep pushing until it kills me.