Dear Recession,

I hate you. I despise and loathe you. We had a plan, we were on good career paths. We were just getting started and then you had to sweep the rug out from under us.

I'm tired of working two jobs. I want my life back. I want to spend time with my kids. I want to take a day off of work to take a day off--not to work another job. When my kids are sick, I want to be able to stay with them, not send them to yet another babysitter. I'm exhausted from working 7 days a week.

I miss vacations. I miss being able to buy something when I need it.

You are crushing me. I have never claimed to be super-woman or to be able to do-it-all. I'm not one of those amazing mother's that we hear about all the time. I just can't do that much.

Please let up. Give us a break. We need it. I need it. My kids need it.

I know there are many others out there much worse off than we are. I feel selfish for even writing these things. If you could just let up for a moment, I'm sure I can rally again for the long haul.

Limewave