Some random neurotic thoughts from cold, rainy NYC.
Rainy days make me feel more depressed than most days. Is that true for everyone?
Life has gotten a bit depressing around here. We are dealing with an apartment that looks like a hurricane hit it, a future loss in employment, Jordan not sleeping well...
I work all day, at two jobs (for now). I have no time to clean, and get our Mt. Everest pile of laundry done. Jordan--she's VERRRY pregnant now, so she aint doing nuthin but sleeping, eating, and sleeping some more. I have a slight case of OCD so coming to a mess drives me bonkers...
I'm losing my job in December and frankly, I'm pretty worried...A new baby coming and no bacon for the frying pan...
Jordan can't sleep...the baby inside her is growing at a steroid-induced pace, so she either feels like she's "crushing the baby," or she needs about 8 pillows to wrap her body around. When she doesn't sleep, neither do I. Lack of sleep can tend to make you a bit moody. (Me? Moody?)
So, my theme of the day is...count your blessings. Life could be worse. And try to stop bitching about everything. Atleast Jo and I have each other...("I got you Babe...")
Now, where where are my shoes...maybe under that 3-ft pile of underwear over there...
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