Twas the Monday before Christmas

 Just kidding there is one more, but this one I have to work. I have to call places for quotes to paint this stupid garage that is not a garage and then I have to call movers for quotes when I do not really have a closing date. Fun times. A little stressed. 

So, a little bit before I need to get myself ready for the day. I picked out my outfit and I do not plan on being to work any earlier than need be this week. I am going to enjoy my time off of school. So, not bringing any books with me in my bag. Just my house notebook. I am going to read Grit during break and try to finish one of my Bridgerton books. 

My loan officer is in Florida and I haven't heard from him so I am taking note on the break before the holiday. Maybe that will help with the stress. 

Yesterday was a fun day to watch CJ be on a bowling competition Tv show. He made it to the champ, but came up a little short. Still a huge accomplishment for his age. Ryan is finally not fevered and sounded better this morning so that was a plus. He was sick since last Wednesday. Glad he fought it off. I hope. Not sure if I am extra tired because of the weather, birth control, life or what. But I could sleep for days. I miss Jazzy and this time of year is just hard all around. 

I even found a puppy that would be ready by the time we move, but not feeling the breeder or the price. Mostly the breeder factor. We will find a pup when the time is right. We need to get this house shit settled. Of course now because it is still a pain in the ass, I am starting to have doubts and wonder what will cost less-to back out or keep going? Real thoughts and disturbing dreams last night. 

One of the attorneys said something about bringing Christmas gifts today while visiting with someone. Not sure what that was all about but okay. I did not get anything for anyone and really my spirit at work has been crushed a bit. Just go in, work, don't complain. Rinse and repeat. Not sure how to pull it out of me this year and it is making me feel bad. 

Would help if my husband wasn't on a different planet. We are both stressed about the same shit, but he isn't talking to me and he is just in lala fucking land. Hopefully this retrograde shit falls off sooner than later. 

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