For the past few months I have been slowly getting more and
more freaked out about events that are coming up.
Let me explain. A few months ago I received 2 letters (not
sure why I got 2 but I did). The letters
were telling me of my 20, yes 20 year reunion that’s coming up on August 4th.
20 years is a long time. I went to the
10 year, with my ex, my older kids’ father, and had fun spending the night
talking with a few people, one couple mostly about tattoo’s…yes very odd
subject to talk about but it worked. We
left after a few hours and went home.
This time I’ve been in communication with some of the former classmates
on facebook so I know what some of them do for a living.
This is why I’m starting to freak out. Some of them have
really good jobs, some work for themselves others just really good companies.
Me? I work for a crappy company who uses me for crappy pay. I have 3 kids, 2 of
which give my new husband and me a very rough time while also dealing with a
special needs child. My oldest very
recently got pissed off at his sister, and instead of hitting or kicking her
like we’ve told him to not do in the past, kicked the wall and left a
hole. Not a big one but a hole none the
less. He then freaked out and left without telling anyone where he was going
and apparently not planning on coming back except for his clothes.
My daughter, acting very innocent, tells me in a text that
she did nothing wrong but ask him to turn down his “phone radio” and go to her
room to stay there until he did. This
didn’t happen. She text him and told him
to turn the crap down or she was going to snitch on him and get him in trouble. This goes back and forth for a little while
and he then kicks the wall. He thought
we were going to kill him and that’s why he left. He planned to move into his friend’s
house with 7 other people in a 3 bedroom, change his payee and never come home.
I put a stop to that. He’s now home, not
able to go anywhere and they both lost their phones and anything else to do.
My mother, who has been living in a nice apartment not very
far from us in now moving again (after a year) and not packing anything. This
of course is stressing for everyone, my sister, her husband and of course us,
because if she doesn’t pack it means we may have to again and none of us want
to. We love her but I have a little one
who gets into everything now so I can’t do it, my sister works weekends so she
can’t do it and our husband’s just do it because we ask.
So with all that going on, the reunion is in 2 weeks, OMG 2
weeks! And I have the world’s worst job (yeah at least I have one right?), kids
that drive me insane and no time to do anything with the baby that I want or
need to get done. What else could
possibly happen…I know not good saying that out loud but there it is in black
and white for all to read.
I get overwhelmed and stressed; I need to get away, a real
vacation but can’t afford it. Maybe the blog thing will start to release some
of my stress again. Some may be upsetting but hey I’ll give it a try again.
Thanks for reading, I hope I didn’t scare you off.
