If you haven't any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble. ~Bob Hope

Monday, August 22, 2011

Sometimes it takes years to really grasp what has happened to your life. ~~Wilma Rudolph

So, I had that second interview today. It seemed to go well, but I don't really feel qualified to be the judge of it. I have thought at least 5 other interviews went well too.

I am so terribly exhausted it is pathetic. It occurred to me a bit ago that my thyroid maybe acting up again. I saw my doctor the other day. Granted, it was at Walmart and I was surprised he said hi to me. That is really as close as I want to get to him anytime soon. I hate going to the doctor's office. I hate taking the kids to the doctor's office. I pretty much hate it all around. It's a story for another day, just suffice it say that it has something to do with the staff. Every office has pretty much the same staff...the same type of person with too little education and too much power. That's all I am going to say out loud.

It's 4pm and I have no idea where my day went or why I feel like I have run marathons while playing Jeopardy. Okay, I have a slight idea but I still struggle to understand how it works out this way.

Yesterday, it was the same way. Never enough hours in the day to get things done.

I really want to do some heavy writing. I have a lot on my mind. I do not have the time though. Earlier today, I looked down for a few minutes to check messages and when I looked up my son was covered in purple dry erase marker. This lead to an unscheduled shower which has kind of thrown me off completely.

I wish I could get energized and get things done. I am really feeling much older than my years lately. I am mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. I really can't remember the last time I felt relaxed and worry-free. It's been a while. Lately, even when we do recreational things it is never really fully relaxing. Sigh....

Okay, so if I did well this morning next Monday I will join the ranks of the working again. If not, I don't know what comes next. To be honest, I feel like a complete failure at everything and that all falls in the things I wish I had more time to write about. I don't "fit" anywhere. Never really have if you think about it. Oh, I have tried but I am just too Jenny to be anything else. Maybe by this weekend, I will be feeling better and will have time.

Time to go stare at the cupboard and decide how to finish out dinner tonight. I regret not throwing something in the crock pot last night. I could take a nap if I already had something brewing.


  1. Seems like writing helps some of us more than anything else, but it's the first thing we push to the side when our plates are full.

    Hopefully the job interview went as well as you think, or at least that everyone else they interviewed was an idiot. Sometimes that's all it takes!

  2. I'll drink to that!

    If it didn't and I'm still sitting here twiddling my thumbs, I honestly have no idea what my next move is. That's a too scary place for me.