When I was growing up, my mom used to call our monthly friend, "George." That was until a new family moved in next door and the man's name was actually George. And she would curse "George" up and down so that had to stop. I think it then became "Pete," but I digress. "George" is currently with me and I have been weeping or weepy all day. Thanks C for listening to me snivel and bemoan my hormonally skewered fate.
T didn't get the job we thought he was getting. He is now at a temp job and will be there until five am tomorrow morning. I hate that. I just do. I'm not going to put a bow on it and wrap it up for granny. I just hate not having him here with me overnight. We've done this before. Now we are doing it again. I know, I know, that's life. I miss him. I miss knowing him when we aren't tense and stressed in the quagmire of little details and sometimes big ones too. I want a sunset beach. I want a breath with him. We went to the temple last week and were chosen as the witness couple. I thought that was pretty apropos because while we always go separately, we seldom go together. It was like a little gift, a little hurrah that we were together at the right place and that it mattered.
It's so hard. I'm sorry, I don't mean to complain. I can't explain how we are surviving financially, but I tell you after all this time, things are just working out. I guess my period and unemployment just aren't on speaking terms right now, because the two of them are a cocktail for emotion spillage for me. How do you like that image? I went to see The Help with my sister. She is actually my brother's wife, but she is my sister. I adore her. Run, don't walk and see this movie. I went through a packet of Kleenex. Oh my gosh. Allison Janney? She kills me. I was so impressed with everything really. I would finally breathe and then someone else's performance had me again. This was a risk for Bryce Dallas. I love her and I don't. She was Hilly, bless her little heart. And Mo Mabley? Squish your precious little girls. Ok, maybe don't go see it when "George" comes to visit you.
I so know how you are feeling, I too miss the time when our life wasn't so filled with stress and worry. I just want it all be over but I know we are in the Lords hands and he too is carrying us through this trail. My thoughts are prayers are with you (as I know yours are with us). Love you, and hopefully things will calm down for both of us soon and we can get together and celebrate our triumph over adversity.
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