Day of Rest? I don't think so.

Well, it was supposed to be a day of rest and fun with the family. It was a beautiful day. The sun was bright. The skies were blue. There was a blanket of snow still on the ground (and the roads I might add - thanks to NCDOT). I was up, had breakfast with the kids, and were making plans for all the things we were going to do for the day. The kids wanted to play with more snow in the sinks, so I put on my boots and gathered some snow. I was just coming back inside when Ashley handed me the phone. It was work on the line. They needed me again. Our hearts hit the floor (mine hit the snow since I was still outside at this point). I couldn't believe it. Another day of work (day 6 to be exact). Another day of Ashley and the kids being at home without Daddy. Another hard struggle and unorganized execution of what should be fairly easy tasks. So, was my Sunday a restful day? I don't think so. BUT! Today should be much better! Work will not call today, and if they do the answer will be, "I'm sorry." Besides, I have to go in tomorrow. I'm not going to work 10 straight days.