I was tired yesterday.
I started a new job about a month ago, and I had it a wall yesterday.
I hadn't been sleeping well at all this week. Going to bed at 12 or 1am.
Waking up at 5 or 6 to go to the gym and work from home at my computer.
Nurse my 8 month old.
I think you get it.
Last night after church, I came home and I was going to give the kids snacks and send them on happily, skipping (or so it was in my dream) on to bed.
I got online to grab some transcripts and my boss wanted me to call her.
I hadn't scored well on my 2 week assessment.
So, she had to let me go.
Hmmmm, I said.
Hmmmmm. Ok. Well, that's that then.
So, I was pretty bummed.
Justus was pretty bummed.
Woke up this morning bummed.
Until Justus said "go spend a couple of dollars."
Hehehehe! Um, okay! Pitty party ova!
Off I went to spend some money.
I got the cutest purse. Absolutely adorable!
We went out to eat to Macaroni Grill with our Pastor and his wife.
Went to Sam's Club.
I tripped up the steps.
I may die.
I'm going to bed now.
Good feeling gone.
Let the pitty party resume.