Well-this past week ranks up there with one, if not THE, Worst week of my life. Last Sunday was a disaster in and of itself that I don't even want to get into. I'll just say that it was emotional, surprising, disappointing, and shocking.....It's definitely something that I'm ready to get behind me and forget about, however it has done nothing but haunt me this whole week. All I can really say is-I'm going to miss my nephew and I love him oh so very much!
As I enter this brand new week and work, I'm trying to stay as positive as I can. The constant fear and stress of not knowing whether I'll have a job or not is really starting to get to me. I will definitely be ready for April 1st since that is the absolute last day that the corporation can let us know if we'll be getting laid off. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that God has a plan and everything will work out okay.
This crappy weather is definitely not helping out. Kyle and I are both ready for the nice, warm summer weather. I think he's finally realized how not fun cold, winter weather is. This is the same guy that used to love snow. As spring nears, we are debating putting our house on the market to see if we can sell it this year and find something with some more space and land for our boys to run. They love going out to either of our parents house to run around. Obviously all of these plans are dependent on my job status. Yet another reason I am praying I get to keep my job. Hopefully things will work out and we'll get what we want.
Kyle's birthday is coming slowly but surely. I am totally up in the air about what to get him. I would like to do something somewhat special since he's going to be the big 25. Any ideas? He's SO ready to use his Christmas presents and go golfing. He's starting to drive me nuts about it. He's like a little kid sometimes. Hopefully a nice day will come along sometime soon so he can go at least once just to curb his appetite until the warm whether really gets here. We'll see....
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