its been almost two months since my "new year" post. since then i found mold in my new place that was starting to spread throughout the whole house quickly. baby had been sick the whole two months, so i immediately put in notice to move. after numerous tries (i was turned down everywhere because of bad credit, thank you, ex husband...) i finally found a nice (and pricey) apt. I just got the last of my things moved in.
i remember feeling similar despair several yrs ago with some situation with my ex. i cried and cried over something and felt like i was never going to get over it. this move felt a lot like that. it just never seemed to end. i was (more than the usual) crazy and depressed. sometimes i would feel sorry for rey as he tried to help me with the horrendous move from hell, and other times i found myself looking for a blunt object to whack him with (more the latter).
every once in a while i reflect on something i read in an article a while ago about the sacrifices mothers make. in a poll a group of women were interviewed. the question was, "if you could have more of one thing what would it be?" most people answered with money, sleep, sex. almost every mother said,
"Time."
listening to "change" by blind melon
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