So I am finally recovering from my vacation. I chilled out this weekend. Got back on track. Worked out each morning, cleaned my house, did some laundry. Slid back into the routine.
Mr. 1969 and I thank all of you for your kind words and support. You guys are great.
He had resumes out immediately and has already had two phone interviews and he is hitting up a job fair in downtown Philly today. I am certain he will find something even better than he had before.
In the meantime, it’s nice having him home. He’s a neat freak so he has been cleaning, organizing and handling the house business. My lawn is immaculate. The hedges are trimmed. The garage is clean. I mean….if he can paint the Breakfast room and hang some curtains, the house will be straight. LOL
So does anyone ever talk to their mother and get pissed off? Is it just me?
My mom called and asked me what did we do this weekend. So I said that we won’t be doing anything for a while since we just got back from the trip and Mr. 1969 just got laid off. She instantly starts going off on “People get laid off all the time” and
“what do I mean we won’t be going anywhere?”…”It’s just life and you have to struggle and deal with it like everyone else…”
Okay….PAUSE. Did I say anything about “Woe is me?”
Sometimes, West Indian mother’s want to say the right thing. They may even formulate the thought in their head….but the minute they open their mouths??? They go on the attack. They really cannot help themselves. It’s a disease.
So I very sweetly let the conversation die, hung up and went about my business.
After not hearing from me for two days, she will call and we’ll progress as normal.
If I snapped out right about now, it would not be pretty. So I am willing to let that one go.
Other than that, gearing up for a normal week at work. Hopefully, something good will jump off so I can write about it.