So, DH definately knew I was pissed about this comment surrounding me being pissy because I was upset that my bench was about to be ruined by him and SD.  I'm guessing my one word text responses clued him in.

I, like Rags lovely bride, have a hard time of letting go of my workplace.  I have been in IT operational support for last 25 years.  To say I'm burnt out...would be a giant understatement.  The oncall at this place is killing me...as its like working 24x7 for about 14 days straight. The expectations are out of hand.  My previous on-call's were just for break fix...as in its broke and I fix it. This job's oncall has morphed into...do work all day....log in at night do work...oh and we need stuff done on the weekend..work then.  

Ugh....as far as Mother's DAy..DH rocked it out.  2 dozen roses, a trip the local Conservatory and Gardens....then to a local market for food and drink.

We had a mother's day dinner for my mother and my mother in law on Saturday so that I could spend Mother's Day doing things I like rather than cooking for the family.  

However, as usual SD and Beaver had to through some wrenches into the plans.   Would it be a Holidy without step kid/BM drama?

Ugh.....my mother.  I see now why on some levels I am about 100 ways of messed up.  Its my mother....and in some part my Dad.

My mom...only child of a alcoholic father.  As result of my grandfather drinking away all of my grandparents money...my grandmother had to work a lot when my mom was young.  My grandparents divorced after my mom graduated high school....and my grandmother was a really great woman.  I still miss my grandmother to this day. She really was the person I talked to and was there for me.