Tomorrow, the husband and Baby J are leaving for the weekend to go visit DH's dad 20 hours away. I'm so nervous and freaked out about being away from him for that long, but too be honest, I am looking forward to the alone time.
As a full time working mom, "alone time" is nonexistant. To be honest, I don't remember the last time that I had a few hours alone to myself. Most of the time, I don't even take a piss alone. It's been a process but I have gotten so used to it that it's normal and I don't think twice when a loud toddle rams the bathroom door open mid-shitting.
This Christmas will be the first that we have as a family. While they are gone, I am going to clean my house like crazy and then put up the small amount of Christmas decorations that I have. My sister gave me a tree and some lights, my first in many years. I am excited for them to come house and it all be put together.
Our place raised our rent over $200 a month and we just can't afford to stay. We are moving in January and I am both horrified and excited for the new place. Baby J will finally have his own room, and I am dreading it. Needless to say, he and I have some serious attachment issues.
I think I'll spend at least one night watching TV all night in my underwear.
I have never been so broke in my life as we are right now. I have $4 right now and don't get paid for a week; and the only reason I have the $4 I have right now is because my parents gave me $50 to give DH to take with him on his trip because he has no money. We almost didn't get the apartment that we found because there was a $200 deposit. I posted on FB about it and someone mysteriously paid our deposit for us. I have a feeling it was my aunt, but the lady at the complex was sworn to secrecy about who paid. I cried I was so happy and relieved. I didn't know where we were going to live.
DH is going to visit his dad to apply for a position there. It would be more money and cheaper living expenses. Huge. I want to run away from this place. I am so unhappy.
