That's.......sad, lol

I'm just frustrated with this job. It's taking up all of my time and I never see my son, and never have time to work on my book. I miss my husband. I miss my family.

-sigh- Aren't they getting a new manager soon? Will you get to see your family then? I'm not entirely sure what to say, I know this is hard for you. I'm sorry everything is like this Liz

Two weeks isn't fast enough. I'm trying to take it one day at a time.

Sigh.

I'll be okay.

I know buddy. The only thing I can say is try to pull though. If you really think about it, two weeks isn't that long. I know it's going by slowly because you miss snuggles and your husband, but it'll be over before you know it.

I'm wanting to turn my keys in so badly. But I think of I did, I'd regret it.

As much as you hate that job face it; you need it. You need the money to keep snuggles fed, and keep the apartment. As hard as it is, this job is important, and finding a new one would be hard.

That's what keeps me going. I keep telling people Ove been searching for a new job for almost the entire time I've been employed here, and even with my experience, it's hard for meto get another job. And all desk jobs want two years or experience or a college degree.

I hope things get better soon Liz. Cheer up just a teensy tiny micro sized bit. You'll feel better

It's just a matter of patience friend. Don't let your misery get the best of you. You're stronger than that, I know it.

I'll try. Thank you

No problem. Just trynna help ya feel better buddy, don't like it when you're this upset

It's just been building up ever since my boss quit.

I understand. Dude, you had this big responsibility along with all the stress unexpectedly dumped onto your shoulders. You weren't expecting all this, and you were caught by surprise. Though you have a good reason to be upset, you shouldn't let it get the best if you, because you'll only feel worse. You're just gonna have to grit your teeth and push through the next two weeks, and them....It'll be over. You'll be fine dude. Just keep your head held high

So, I slept for eleven hours last night. Yesterday was quite a day. But here’s the part that I’m here to report.

The Girl (age 13) spent the afternoon at the home of a boy who is now officially her first boyfriend. I can only imagine that what I used to think of as a “playdate” was actually a four-hour make out session. So in the car I got her to spill the details while I could watch the traffic and had a chance of keeping a poker face.

By the way, The Boy is a year and a half older than her and he never tells me ANYTHING about girls. I know which ones text him when he leaves his phone lying around (it comes up on the lock screen, I haven’t snooped… yet). Now I know I should take the moms of all of the girls he even MENTIONS out to coffee/cocktails/a spa weekend, whatever it takes to get the juicy details out of them, because the girls’ moms hear it all and the boys’ moms are totally in the dark!

Anyway I’ve had The Talk with her more than once, but this was the first time about a specific boy’s body parts in the what-went-where discussion. I gave her a “defend the bases” chat in the driveway, and then we went in to have the pizza that Mr. Grits ordered.

Now, Mr. Grits usually doesn’t order the pizza, so this time there were all kinds of extras like soda, chicken wings, and dessert on the counter. Everyone fixed their plate. I popped open a 7-Up, poured some out, went straight to the liquor shelf and tipped a little bourbon into the can. Stuck a straw in and turned around to see my sweet family looking at me like this:



I guess they’ve rarely seen me drinking a 7-Up. Sheesh.

Anyway this teenager thing might be more stressful than I expected.

Aw, Grits lol!!! I hope you were gentler than my mother was.

"BOYS ARE EVIL! SEX WILL KILL YOU! YOU GET DISEASE!"

I wish I was smarter when I was 13. So many missed opportunuties. Now I spent my adulthood trying to makeup for it.

Evil children woke me up

They wanna watch me play skyrim

Grits!

Grits, you make me so glad to be an empty nester; you see, grandparents don't have to worry about any of that and get to chuckle about the irony of our grown children stressing over their own kids now.

Best of luck during this challenging phase; despite the worry and headaches, it will pass too quickly.

Yes, I heard if you go out with the Pillsbury Dough Boy he will give you a yeast infection. BWAAAHAAA!