It has been a rough little period for me lately. I am not sure what is wrong, I just know that something is. My poor mother has been plagued with me calling "can I come over with the kids?" or "will you come over here and keep me company?" just about every day, and I am sure she is sick of it.
Thanks, Mom, for being the best.
Most of my problem, I am sure, is one of attitude. I work hard, and I work long....but it is working towards something that is very important to me. I want to be debt free, and I want to own my own home. Pretty humble dreams, but they are mine. I should be happy that I can work this hard to make my dream come true. I should be content that there is work for me and I have the ability to work this hard for my dreams. I should be satisfied with the progress made and that should give me motivation to keep pushing towards the finish line.
So why can't I be happy about it? Even cheesecake isn't helping. Not even Turtle Cheesecake.
That is bad, folks. Turtle Cheesecake fixes everything.
Ah, well. It is late, and I am tired (I think 5 hrs sleep since Tues. morning). Perhaps after some sleep I will feel a little more optimistic. Perhaps after work tomorrow I will feel like puttering out in the dirt, and that will fix me up. Perhaps Mr. Barefoot will call me with the news that we have won the lottery and I can work for fun from now on.
And, yes, the sky is blue in my world.
I do, dear friends, promise you this: My next post will be depression and whine free. I just gotta figure out what to say.