It has been a month since I started bringing work home to do. All these working in personal time, sometimes into the wee hours of the night, are taking a toll on me. There were times I felt like banging the table or throwing things around or just shouting out loud. These had inevitably caused some fear in WW, having to deal with such a frustrated and difficult me. I wish I could control my temper too, but it's hard given my demanding nature. I want to achieve many things at a time - finishing up my work, studying for FRM, spending quality time with hubby. It's the last thing that really prompts me to wonder why I just can't spend time exclusively with WW. Is this how work life should be? Only comfort is that testing is ending today, so hopefully no more work to do till late at night at home. Then in late nov I'd have finished my FRM and really have time to hubby and myself. Wonder how I'll view babies next time; will they be enhancing a couple's time together, or cause us to have less freedom?
Anyway, today is another day and the long weekend is ahead. Shan't give myself too much pressure in striving to be perfect. Now I'm on the bus heading to the office, at a pretty early timing. Woke up close to an hour earlier than usual so that I can be in office before 8 am to generate some reports. It's refreshing, to see the early sun, to have pretty much if the bus to myself and not have to squeeze with the crowds. Hope that marks the start to a good weekend and more time for hubby and my family!
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