This is the 154th time I've written this exact same post

I am so, so tired of never having a weekend. I really could have used these two days to do a lot of things I need to do - put away my laundry from Monday, cleaned the house and basement for the upcoming house concert and father visit this weekend, planned out the rest of the Romeo and Juliet unit - but I had to work. Work, work, work. I wonder if the 6th year of teaching is the one in which I won't have to have a second job. I sure as hell hope so.

I like waiting tables, I really do. I like paying down my student loans without breaking my bank. I like that I've almost paid off my stupid car. I like having savings. But I can't do this much longer.

(I reserve the right to change my mind on this next week when I only work Sunday night at the restaurant.)