Too Much of a Good Thing

Saturday...my favorite day off of the week.  When everyone else is home too and we spend our day doing random errands but we are together mostly.  When I don't have to be up at 5 A.M but 6 A.M. instead.  And of course the afternoon lunch with my two favorite chickas even when my sister is being a controlling bossy pain in the ass.  We always have fun.  Today was a little too much of the running from place to place to place.  Driving through four different cities back and forth.  I found myself at a point I didn't want to talk anymore just listen.  I just wanted to go home and climb back into bed.  Not an option when you are sitting in the backseat letting others make the decisions.  It was a good day just too much.  Too much everything.  Is it wrong that by the time Sunday rolls around I look forward to the security blanket of work knowing EXACTLY what I will be doing all day and being in charge of everything around me.  I am missing having my own place and the solitude of being in a room alone in the quiet for even just a little while.  The years I was a stay at home mom I loved my mornings when the kids and husband were out of the house and I could keep the television off and just enjoy the silence.  Depeche Mode was onto something there.  I want to simplify everything.  I have a cousin I am in touch with online who is same age as me.  In the last few years she has turned her life around going natural and green and healthy.  She now grows the majority of food for her family.  They go to local dairy for milk and such that is all hormone free.  She looks amazing and most of all happy.  I realized I strive to have that.  I love my family but it is all about what are we buying this week here.  We are a nation of consumers.  I want to stay out of that circle as much as I can.  I have been considering more and more the suggestion that I move up a level at work.  It would be more a matter of waiting for the right opening to come along but I think I should.  I have said that the position I am in now allows me to be more creative but the reality is I still spend more days than not hating my job.  I still feel like a hamster on a wheel and if that is the case why not try and get a bigger wheel.  So I have to start putting it out there that I am ready to take that next step and move up.  The payoff...possibly making enough money to live off of, modestly of course.  Then again maybe major life decisions should not be made having drunk a cappucino, hazelnut macciato, and three cups of really strong coffee.  I tend to get a little impulsive.  Let's see how I feel tomorrow when I am in charge of the hamster cage for the day.