Hi Ho Hi Ho . . .

Hi Ho Hi Ho . . . it's off to work I go.  There is a special event in town and it is going to crazy busy.  Before my family, I loved working.  I loved being good at it, I loved the people.  Now, I get nauseaus at the thought of going to work.  Every day, I remind myself of what I am trying to accomplish.  I repeat a mantra of what I am trying to do for our family and the fact that I am good at it and the people I see are the only things that make it bearable.