June 7, 2012

My Pity Party

I know I don’t always blog about 'life' sort of things on a regular basis, but I am keeping it real and today I just need to get a few things off of my chest. I would be lying if I said I was cool, calm, and collected today. It has just been one of 'those' days. When it is only 9:30 in the morning and you have put yourself through a gamut of emotions - that is when you can tell it is just going to be that kind of day. The kind of day when somebody tells you something that will change the course of your plans.

I woke up at 7:15am so that I could run to the store before work, and grabbed some food for the boys and myself. The cupboards were empty, and since our family of four plugs along with one vehicle (we have done it since 2007 – it is just our way of life), I couldn’t leave my husband and kids at home without food while I was working. Then I had to run down to the post office, which didn’t open for another five minutes. I was in a hurry because I only had 35 minutes to make it from the post office, back home to unload the groceries, stop to pay our rent, and then get to work, I chose to use the computerized postage center rather than wait. I have used that darn thing a million times and never had any issues, but wouldn’t you know that today would be the day it decided to print out blank postage stickers and still charge my card?

As I waited for 30 minutes at the post office to figure everything out and get my packages in the mail, I called work to tell them I would be late. Luckily my job is laid back, and they didn’t mind. Then I hurried home to unload the groceries and pack my lunch. When I got back in the car it was 9:05, and I was supposed to be into work at 9. Our landlords only live a few minutes away from our house, so I popped in to pay the rent. As I went to leave she informed me that they needed us to move out of the house by July 20th because her daughter was moving in. It didn’t quite sink in until I got back in the car and realized it was already a week into June. Then followed the breaking of the damn - tears, a phone call to my dad (because my husband was still asleep) which started out with me saying, ‘everything is okay, but I am just pregnant and really emotional,’ and even after he talked me through it I still hung up and couldn’t stop crying the entire way to work.

All I could think was:
• I’m pregnant
• I can’t lift any boxes
• Moving costs money
• July 20th is NOT that far away – considering most places want you to move in on the 1st of the month.
• July is a busy month for us with my son’s, my husband’s, and my birthday. I also have two doctor appointments at the beginning of the month to find out the sex of the baby.
• This CAN’T be happening!

I know that this is NOT the end of the world, and we will get through it. I know things could always be worse, but I am having a pity party for myself today. I work 9a-9p today and all I want to do is crawl in my bed and go to sleep. I just feel like I have done so much to make our house a 'home' to us, and now I have to start all over again. Needless to say, I may not be blogging as much because I am going to be house hunting, moving, and planning a birthday for my 3 year old!

On the bright side, this might be the push we need to start looking at buying a house. We have held off up until now because we weren't sure this is where we wanted to live and raise our family. Something to think about!

Now I laeave you with something I thought was pretty funny from the magazine I was reading the other day!




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