I just got back from assignment and I’m exhausted. We have been gathering intel on a businessman we suspect to be an international spy, and we’re close to having enough evidence to bring him in before he can report his findings to his home agency. The day we can finally arrest him is going to be a relief, as I’ve been masquerading as one of his business associates at night when the kids are asleep.
I’ve been dreading this upcoming weekend when I’ll have to bring the twins to a birthday party by myself while Greg is out of town on a business trip himself. When he wanted to open up his own furniture store he just seemed so excited, and I didn’t have the heart to come clean about how I really feel about it. His meetings have gotten longer, and it’s becoming more and more difficult to keep my secrets.
There was a close encounter a few weeks back when I was supposed to meet with a Dallas car accident lawyer to discuss Greg’s fender bender last month, and ended up missing the appointment due to an important conference meeting. I always think it’s funny when people think being a secret agent is like the movies.
Honestly, it’s like any other job except my life is actually in danger, like any other law enforcement professional. I’m looking forward to the day that I can come clean to Greg so I don’t have to hide this from him anymore. It’s wearing thin, I’ll admit. But, I also still get that rush of adrenaline when I’m sneaking out at night to go to work, so there is no way I could ever leave my job.
Anyway, the twins have this birthday party coming up and I don’t know how I’m going to pull it off yet. We’re planning on arresting the international spy on Friday if things go well and the birthday party is, of course, a breakfast themed party. Go figure. Not that the idea isn’t cute, but I guess I do a lot of complaining these days… That’s what they make those five-hour energy shots for, I suppose. I’ll just drink a couple of those bad boys and be on my way. Juggling life as a working mom is certainly a challenge. It isn’t that I don’t love my work, my husband, or my life as a mom, but it’s lonely.