Feb 3, 2014 in February 2014

  • Feb. 3, 2014, 5:08 p.m.
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As I am sitting down to write this, I am watching the snow fall outside my window. It's not a huge snowfall; the flakes are tiny and sporadic, at best. Still, it's pretty, what with the snow from last night already on the ground.

I think Jim is seriously kicking around the idea of quitting his job and hiring on with a different company. At first, I was hesitant about it...but seeing as how we are already covered under Obamacare, insurance isn't a problem, and since we are living in my parents basement right now, it might actually be a good time for him to switch companies. It would mean a pay cut, of course, but with me hopefully about to get a job, that may not be as big of an issue as I once thought, either.

Not too much on my agenda today. I plan on spending the day cleaning, and working on laundry and trying not to stare at the phone too much. I'm finding that willing it to ring just doesn't work as well as I want it to. I have to take a package up town and get it sent back to Amazon, and Kenzie will be in school until 3:10 today instead of her usual 2:30 (she is getting math tutoring after school), plus we need some milk and kitten food so I will probably wait until I pick up Kenzie to do most of my errands.

I hate not working. There's only so much you can clean, you know? The rest of the time I'm sitting on my ass, watching tv. It's weird...while I was in school and constantly busy, I dreamed of having long days of doing nothing. Now that I have that, I am dreaming of working and actually doing something with my days. I get bored very easily now. I went from going to school full time and having little to no down time between studying and running the kids around to having absolutely nothing to fill that void. I pick up my phone hundreds of times throughout the day, just to make sure I haven't missed any calls. Come on, IHC, call me already! Ugh!!

Dishes are calling my name from the sink. I best get up and get them taken care of so I can go finish cleaning the basement.

~Beth


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