I am alive! Really!
Hey Tumblr.
I know it’s been a while. I may post a picture here and there. Maybe. Not sure if I have the linked up with my phone. It says I do but who knows. I just wanted to say hey and let you know things are well. I feel like I have gotten to the point where I talk to less and less people about life and that this blog I have sitting here wasting web space should be used to talk about my life. I should really call people and talk but I just don’t. It is a problem I face. I would rather be face to face talking with them. Way more personal. But instead I will do the furthest thing from that and type in a blog that no one reads. That makes sense.
Well, I am pregnant…again. We are excited! I just wish this kid would stop torturing me. I just am not a fan of being preggo. I love the kids that come out but geez. Give me a break! Let me sleep and pee less. And lay off the heartburn. Second trimester has been much easier, I will say. But now comes summer. And summer while pregnant is like the worst thing that could ever happen to a woman. It’s hot and I gotta wear clothes because I do work in public. I just hate feeling constricted in clothing when I feel like a whale. I sleep in a just a shirt at night. Pants just are no good. My belly no likey. But I do sometimes have a glow and it makes me feel better. And I also look at Aaron and I’m like, ” I suffered for you but you are just so dang cute. Worth it.”
Speaking of Aaron. His first day of day care was today. Hardest thing of my life. He cried when I left and I just felt like the wort mom in all the history of the land. All I want to do is stay home and play with him. Not work. Adam can work. Unfortunately we live in a place where jobs don’t exist. Good jobs at least. A land of crappiness. We will leave someday very soon and make it back to the “promiseland” Whre” is the “promiseland” you ask? Why, it’s Texas. It may be a little much calling it the “promiseland” but if you lived here in Pahrump, you would feel the same way. I mean, the name is Pahrump. It rhymes with dump. I don’t feel bad saying all of this because the locals, who aren’t weird or crazy or my parents, feel the same way. There is nothing here and the old people and druggies (The whole population basically) won’t let Pahrump expand. It’s a wasteland of drug homes and losers. We have seen enough and heard enough to know all of this. Pahrump could be a wonderful place but some are just too selfish to let it happen. That is my rant for the evening. All in all, I think Aaron did okay today but I just feel like an awful mom putting him in there. He didn’t look happy when I picked him up. I was just counting down the hours till that time. I am happier when that kid is around. For sure.
Well. It’s almost nine. Much past my bed time. I am glad I got to talk to you folks. If any of you still read this blog. Not sure, but I feel better. Sleep well everyone and pray my feet stop feeling swollen! Night night!
