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 4^th. 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.