So I am seriously thinking of changing the name of this blog to DeMarye’s Soapbox.
It seems the only time I ever write in this is when I have the need to vent my frustrations about things happening around me. I have a hard time focusing on the good things and often dwell on the things I have no control over.
Things are going, not bad-bad, but also not terribly good. Things always can use improving. I work my tail off 5 days a week/ 8 hours a day, and to show for it, my paycheck (about 95%) goes from my hand, to the bank, then onto a check and off to the mortgage company. It’s sorta Ironic, I spend more time outside of my home working, trying to earn $ just to keep a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in, I actually thin the only time I am home is to sleep, oh and the weekends. I am seriously wondering if buying a house was a good idea, I mean we have our own space, but renting might have been cheaper. I am sure paying my mortgage will pay off at the end of the year, but until I see my first full tax return I am going to continue to think like this. What else… I had an opportunity to apply for a promotional exam, and found out 2 days ago I didn’t qualify. The promotion meant $200-400 more a month. I haven’t told Jesse yet.
The baby is doing very well. She is 8 months old now and crawling like a champ. She has been crabby, but we figure its because of her teething. She is still toothless, but I am hoping one of those little pearly whites pops through soon. My mom keeps telling me that I didn’t get teeth until I was a year old but I was also 6 weeks early for development age I was a little over 10 months old before my first tooth popped in. She is also now trying to pull herself up to standing position. Its sorta sad to watch though because sometimes she plops over and hits her head. Seeing her cry breaks my heart.
Jesse is still working too hard and not getting the recognition he deserves. I hate he has settled for the crappy job when I know he could do so much better. He is always beating himself up emotionally because he thinks he failed us. This has been going on for a while and I worry about him constantly, but at the same time I never get the chance to just hold him in my arms and assure him things will get better soon. Lets just say month to month is a bigger struggle then it really should be. We make too much to get aide and too little to survive without stretching each penny so thin you could literally see through it. Its only 3 weeks into this month and we have nothing. Times are tough but then again I never said life was easy, and never expect it to be either.
Other news, My mom and step-dad got into a car accident yesterday, on the way to a funeral. They both walked away with scraps/ cuts/ bruises and such, but the car is totaled. I am going to take the baby to my mom’s tomorrow to check her out and to try to bring a smile to her face. My mom can’t resist Baby Kaylen. I think a visit will make her feel better. I really do hate when bad things happen to good people.
I think I will write again later. My mind just wont stop talking to me and I feel the need to write it all down.
Until next blog.
It seems the only time I ever write in this is when I have the need to vent my frustrations about things happening around me. I have a hard time focusing on the good things and often dwell on the things I have no control over.
Things are going, not bad-bad, but also not terribly good. Things always can use improving. I work my tail off 5 days a week/ 8 hours a day, and to show for it, my paycheck (about 95%) goes from my hand, to the bank, then onto a check and off to the mortgage company. It’s sorta Ironic, I spend more time outside of my home working, trying to earn $ just to keep a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in, I actually thin the only time I am home is to sleep, oh and the weekends. I am seriously wondering if buying a house was a good idea, I mean we have our own space, but renting might have been cheaper. I am sure paying my mortgage will pay off at the end of the year, but until I see my first full tax return I am going to continue to think like this. What else… I had an opportunity to apply for a promotional exam, and found out 2 days ago I didn’t qualify. The promotion meant $200-400 more a month. I haven’t told Jesse yet.
The baby is doing very well. She is 8 months old now and crawling like a champ. She has been crabby, but we figure its because of her teething. She is still toothless, but I am hoping one of those little pearly whites pops through soon. My mom keeps telling me that I didn’t get teeth until I was a year old but I was also 6 weeks early for development age I was a little over 10 months old before my first tooth popped in. She is also now trying to pull herself up to standing position. Its sorta sad to watch though because sometimes she plops over and hits her head. Seeing her cry breaks my heart.
Jesse is still working too hard and not getting the recognition he deserves. I hate he has settled for the crappy job when I know he could do so much better. He is always beating himself up emotionally because he thinks he failed us. This has been going on for a while and I worry about him constantly, but at the same time I never get the chance to just hold him in my arms and assure him things will get better soon. Lets just say month to month is a bigger struggle then it really should be. We make too much to get aide and too little to survive without stretching each penny so thin you could literally see through it. Its only 3 weeks into this month and we have nothing. Times are tough but then again I never said life was easy, and never expect it to be either.
Other news, My mom and step-dad got into a car accident yesterday, on the way to a funeral. They both walked away with scraps/ cuts/ bruises and such, but the car is totaled. I am going to take the baby to my mom’s tomorrow to check her out and to try to bring a smile to her face. My mom can’t resist Baby Kaylen. I think a visit will make her feel better. I really do hate when bad things happen to good people.
I think I will write again later. My mind just wont stop talking to me and I feel the need to write it all down.
Until next blog.
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