I suppose that question has been asked by a lot of people over the course of life, "Why didn't I get the promotion?" Why didn't I get the job?" "Why didn't so and so want to date me? Marry me?" Etc, etc, etc. My question that also resonates with a lot of women right now, Why can't I have a baby? It's hard when I think about where I would be, now it's not on purpose, I don't sit down and count and mull over the numbers. No, but there are several people who I would be right along with them. And when they say how far or talk about it, it's like a slap in the face. And ok, I can get over that, there is a reason that happened. But what about now? In the last two weeks I have found out that several people are expecting, none of which can afford it. But I'm supposed to be happy for them, right? Happy that their plans worked out for them. But I'm not. Especially one girl, she is married, her son just turned one and she is living with her dad. She, her husband and baby share one room. She is going to add another to that situation? I guess I'm astonished at her stupidity. How could she think that would be a good idea?
Maybe I am jumping the gun, it could be me, I will know on the 13th for all of you that are keeping track. But I just feel jipped. And needed to rant to the blankness that is the endless space of the Internet and my loyal followers Jessica and Justin. It's not like you haven't heard this already, but it's not about you, it's about me. And this is how I feel right now. Sorta in the pits.
I had a job interview/job shadow day yesterday. They want me to come in next week for a test run before they decide. I've never heard of that before. Hopefully it goes well!
Do you know that I hate hate hate dishes?!?! And my dishwasher which should really be called the dishdirtier, cause that's what it does, I put dishes in, and they don't come out clean, no, they come out worse than when I put them in! The never ending cycle of dishes, I will win, I will!
You know how you have "those" days, well yesterday was one of "those" days, nothing really went wrong, just nothing went right, or how I wanted it to. I thought when I went in for the shadow day, I would be hired and work the day, nope. I drove by my mom's house and she wasn't home. I came home and ate, my tummy started hurting, I laid on the couch. Brad came home, we talked and went to home group. We are watching laugh your way to a better marriage, it wasn't the session I thought it was and was looking forward to. It was still good though. Then I promptly came home and broke the one thing I bought just last week that made me smile every time I looked at it. It was a sand timer, every time I walked by I would turn it over and it was just fun. I bumped it last night and it broke. Sad.
I know this post is kind of depressing, but I feel a little better. :) You know, girls can't handle having thoughts just rattle around, it makes them crazy, they HAVE to let it out somehow. This is how. :) On an up note, I am getting my hair done in two weeks! And lost 3 pounds! Yay!
