Okay, I feel better today. One day of depression is all I have time for. It's Christmas after all.
Saturday was my son's 12th birthday party. A good time. Now that I've seen all of his friends in action, I know the answer to the question, "Mom, can I go over to _____'s house?" In at least three cases, the answer is NO.
The whole Fam was there (except for Ashleigh and Grandma). Dave brought ultrasound pictures of their boy and Jayme showed off her brand new engagement ring!
Aidan (my nephew) gives the greatest hugs. I cherish every one.
Today, I will pick up my son for lunch (my daughter has chess club) and we will go to the restaurant where I worked. I haven't seen or spoken to anyone there since my abruptly scheduled last day. Hopefully they will tell me that I am missed and that the place just can't run without me. I am craving that kind of validation of my worth, and yet, I'll be happy if most of them remember my name.
Hubby is back to work but is expecting another lay off right before Christmas.
I know that I need to get a job. I just REALLY, REALLY don't want to. I have all of my excuses ready just in case people start lining up at my front door to offer me one though.
And now, a final random thought: My former MIL always said that it's just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is to fall in love with a poor man. I agree with her. The only problem is that it's not that easy to get the rich man to fall in love with YOU.
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