Life has begun simply rushing past me and I just don't even have time to process everything.
My lovely husband pushed me to go out and get that part time job because, to be honest, we were drowning under the co-pays for my daughter's various therapies.
Don't even get me started on the fact that she has just been diagnosed with GERD with little Prevacid ready-tabs that I have to pay like, two bucks per pill for. She was vomiting at night several times a week and we were just at our wit's end with this poor little girl.
Anyhoo, so as I mentioned before, the stars were all in complete alignment in order to get the job that I currently have. I also signed an agreement with the city wherein I promised I would never discuss my job on any form of internet media, so all the juicy tidbits I could be telling you are just going to have to stay here in my head. Just know that I am dealing with brides and that should tell you all you need to know.
So, I get this job and suddenly Hubba-hubba's job schedule gets switched to where he has to work five days a week except for every other Friday off. He used to have three days off every week and he wouldn't even leave the house until one in the afternoon. Now he leaves here at 6:30AM. So I have zero help with the kids now as well as trying to cram in going to work. I don't even want to know what is going to happen once school starts again.
My main point that I've been trying to make in the last three paragraphs is that on top of all this going on, my husband is now insisting that he work as much overtime as he possibly can because they suddenly are offering it again after not really having much for years, and he wants all the money he can get. So for example, this coming Saturday looks like this:
7AM Gina leaves for work.
1PM Gina gets home from work.
2PM Hubba-hubba leaves for work.
1AM Hubba-hubba gets home from work.
Sounds like my idea of a great weekend day, yours too, huh?
Ach, I know I'm just whining but I'm just so insanely tired and stressed that it feels better just typing this. Ignore the woman whining behind the curtain.