after three days

I hate working 3 in a row, because the day after I’m so exhausted but of course the house is a wreck. My uncle is in town and all the talk about selling our house and the property that’s been in our family for 7 generations is just very hard on my heart. Basically it’s overwhelmingly depressing to me how gleeful he seems about the money coming from it and not at all as attached to it as my mother and I.

M is as crabby as I am after three days without me, and we end up snapping at each other all day. I basically just feel bad and can’t deal with anything. The financial situation has me down, the prospect of taking travel assignments is thrilling as far as my days off go, but terrifying as far as scrambling to find child care and settling into housing and working somewhere new. There’s no other way but god I’m scared.

Sometimes it feels like this blog is my only friend. I literally have no one to talk to on a daily basis. At least when I’m traveling I could possibly make a friend or two? At least for while I’m there? The odds are better elsewhere than they are here, at least.

Author: Mother of All Things

Mother by fostering, adoption, and marriage... wife to my best friend... Bay area critical care nurse... travel in my blood, reading in my bones, clean food on my mind!

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