Rocky Balboa

 I got to work yesterday with a pumpkin spiced latte on my desk and a note with a Rocky quote. " It's not how hard you get hit, but how hard you hit and mover on" Or some shit. From the pussy who didn't stand up for me. Who instead let me get called a problem and had to deal with having my spirit crushed. The latte was good, but I really couldn't even drink it out of just still feeling down. 

I went to my Dr. appointment and that seemed to go well and back there to be quiet and work. Another house popped up and unless it is bigger than it looks, I am not too interested, but we have moved our search outside of this city so that makes me happy. We will be looking at two tomorrow. The older one seems to be calling me more than this other one even with it's kitty outdoor space. Without knowing about our raises, just not in the mood. But excited some new houses popped up. There is hope still for that. I got into my new class book also and even though it sucks a little, this is where I need to be. So be it. 

Hubby even took some time to not to see his kiddo bowl so we can look at these houses and I think that means more to me than anything. Being a priority so we can find a house. I wanted to go see him too, but 2nd kiddo has bowling and a haircut. Much needed hair cut. 

I need to get dressed though. I slept until it was time to get out of bed and get the kiddo up. We need to leave soon then after bowling we are going to sneak peek the open house for the one we are looking at and then his hair cut. After that - lots of shit around the house.

 Not sure what a day off is anymore.