I finally got a new computer at work and am able to visit blogs and comment more and I have been doing just that but ... there's only so much of that I can do. I guess I need more blogs to visit.
Or something.
And I'd love to do more here at my blog but ... I'm bored.
I mean I love my Lovie and the affair continues but ... I also have a private blog that I write to and for her in and I'm not a big fan of duplicating my work (plus I use real names and stuff there and I don't want to have to censor what I post here).
Is there anything you want to know about me?
About Lovie?
About being an old mom?
About being on team One and Done?
Anything???
Or maybe there's just something you want to get off your chest?!
Anything at all???
You can comment anonymously in case.
I want to know why we don't get together!!!???
ReplyDeleteAnd if you are bored I have 2 giveaways that have like no entries...you can enter!
I sort of feel like I know you by just "reading you". I like learning about you slowly and at your pace. It's like a friendship IRL.
ReplyDeleteOK, I'll accept your invitation and do a little thought-dumping right here.
I was in my office yesterday with two other vets I work with and we were bitching just like we do every Wednesday and I couldn't even say anything anymore. I don't really know what to do with myself anymore. Or for myself. My life right now is not what I had envisioned and I don't know how to get back on track. Everything I try just falls flat or doesn't last very long. Do I need religion? Yoga? WTH? When did I get so boring and confused?
I keep latching on to when Tim is done with training but I know deep down that is so dangerous! It's just geography, you know? Yes, we'll have more money and I can finally quit my job, which has sucked my soul dry. But if I can't figure out to be happy right now when by all practical accounts, life is pretty damn sweet, then I have to wonder: will I ever be happy?
Then there's the part where I wonder if this ongoing stress and the anxiety our present lifestyle brings will just totally ruin Ada for good. It doesn't help me feel better about anything when I think, "Jesus!! Hurry up and get happy so you don't totally fuck up your kid!"