Falling down on the job...

So y'all are aware, from a couple of my posts at least, that I'm a CPA. That, of course,  means that things are hopping at my firm lately. So I'm blogging while watching "The Big Game" and its attendant commercials. (Big fail, dodge. Biiiiig fail.)
As a blogger/writer, I'm falling down on the job. I know it. I'm not writing anything new outside of angry poetry about relationships and tax. It's February and I'm writing my first blog post of the year. For that, I'm truly sorry.
As a CPA that also happens to be a mom, the reality of tax season is that I'm not around a lot of the time.  I'm just not. But I make up for it in the summer.  Or so the theory goes.  Pretty good gig,  right?
But because my kid needs me and H is kind of a dick, I'm falling down on the job job... the one that pays the bills.  The one that brings home more than double his.  The one that pays for his "gifts to himself."

So ... I'm torn in three different directions when my focus should be my clients and my firm.  I can cut one super easy.  Writing.  Except that writing is therapy for me.  I'm happier when I can put pen to paper.  So here I am, watching football and blogging.  Groovy.

Still have the problem of home (and the jerk I married) and work fighting for attention.  But I got through school and CPA exams and licensure hoops while working full time.  This is just one more facet of that.

I realized something a couple of hours ago. There was this girl that was in like three of my college classes.  Not the coldest beer in the fridge.  And she was Natty Light to boot.  Redneck to the core and not in a good way.   White trash, even.  I do not throw that label around lightly.  She missed classes to travel to visit her hubby in the federal penitentiary. She was annoying as fuck.  But I'm a nice person and I ran some pretty banging study groups.  Because I'm smart and I learn things best when I'm teaching others.  So... she was invited to one study group.  Then she laid hands on me.  No no fuck to the NO. I had a migraine brewing and she went to massage my neck in an attempt to help.  Hands off, crazy lady.  From that moment on she was effectively banned from the study groups. We would make sure not to discuss study groups in her presence. She would try to tag along, but we'd change locations and plans when she would find out what was up.
"Where the hell are you going with this?" I'm sure you're asking right now.

I'm effectively that chick with H now.  He was going to go somewhere to watch the big game.  I was like,  cool,  let's go.  Nahhh... I'll just stay home and watch it on the roku. Anything to not be alone with me.  Anything at all.  I'm that girl.

I'm drained.  Seriously drained.

So...

Let me finish with a little haiku that I've shared with my group....

The eggshells I've been
Walking on have sliced my feet.
Enough is enough.

Fucking brilliant,  right?

I'm hoping to write more this week.  Hoping to be a good mom.  And I'm hoping to do at least a dozen tax returns in the next three days.

Wish me luck!
C.D.

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