I got a reality check today (yeah, I know, so early in the morning), I guess I'm not doing enough around the house cause they got someone to come and clean the house, well just the restroom. I'm gonna have to step up my game. I realized I dont like anyone doing things for us when I am very capable of doing them. I think I'm getting territorial, lol. I know everyone needs a little help every now and then, but I figure, if I break up the duties around the house so I dont feel overwhelmed, I just might be able to manage taking care of them, going to class, finding time to study, and cleaning. I think so... My anxiety level rose today. Grams tends to spazz out sometimes and it makes me nervous and anxious. I dont handle stress well, my hair falls out. I hardly have any left. I need some happly pills. Too bad I dont have a passport to hit up Mexico and stock up on some Xanax, lol, or perhaps some Valium. No, it's not that bad, seriously, but I do get that stressed. Anyways this particular blog isnt to complain by any means, just kinda helps me vent and realize certain things.
Well I gotta get ready for school. Long day today and hopefully I'll get my results for my leadership and management final. My little Avon biz is going well, better than I expected. I thought by now, I surely would have quit. I bring in a little income which helps me out with gas since my truck is a gas guzzler, seriously. I also forgot to mention that my dog Noah, well he disappeared again in February, but for good this time. I had such a hard time dealing with that, he would have been 7 this August. On a happier note, I am now the proud godmother of two beautiful children, Abby and Davy. Here they are being silly on the way to church.
And here is me with my "Comadre", I dont know what she would be called in engish but she chose me to the the godmother of her children.
I am gonna hit the beach tomorrow; its my day off from school. Gonna have some fun in the sun with my two BFFs. Hopefully I dont get too sunburned.
(About to leave for school...OMG, Oh NO! my scrubs are fitting a bit tight. I think I am stress eating. UGH!)