My husband got to come down this weekend. But he had to leave Monday at 1 in the afternoon. I miss him already. It was nice having him around and not being by myself. It was nice to go shopping and just having him there to go with me. We stayed in bed pretty much all day Sunday watching movies, and it was wonderful! I wish I had more days like those. He has three, maybe four, more weeks to go at this job. And I know that it's good money and we're getting things paid off. Hopefully, he'll get his license back soon too. But sometimes I just want to be selfish and tell him to come home early so I won't be alone anymore. But, I shall tough it out. What else can I do? We need the money.
I still haven't heard anything about that other job. It's leaving me feeling like I'm never going to get out of here. People have been walking on eggshells lately. My mother and I got in trouble yesterday for requesting the same day off (for my cousin's wedding in October). Keep in mind that I work in the front office, my mother works in the Lab. The big boss lady is making it out to look like we’re leaving so much unfinished and everyone has to “cover” for us. Which is NOT true. This is the FIRST time, in the two and a half years that I have worked there, we have requested off, together. She’s making it sound like we do it on a monthly basis. She threw the accusation at my mother that she was off for two days while I was in labor with Emery, and the day that we brought her home. Two days that we BOTH missed. The nerve. So it seems like accusations are flying, complaints are being made, people are on a power trip, and no one wants to stick up for themselves. Everyone's scared of losing their jobs. In times like these, that's a legitimate fear. But, my mother and I have discussed it, and we plan to gather all the “evidence” we have that shows she’s picking on us (and has been for a while) and present it to the owner of the company. We are not taking this laying down anymore. It's hard finding a good job around here, even if you have a college education, and as much as I hate this job I need it for the insurance. Speaking of college, my plans have kind of been put on the back burner for now. I haven't had a lot of motivation, and lately, with work being such a pain, I really haven't found any time to study. Sad, I know. Excuses? Maybe. But seriously people, I am TIRED! Work is like a war-zone, Emery is so mobile now that leaving her alone for a second could mean trouble, and the last thing I want to do when I get home is study. I promise to get back on the bandwagon soon though. I swear!
Oh man, one last thing I need to talk about. My weight. This past weekend I saw a friend that I hadn't seen in a while. I left feeling very fat and very jealous. Granted, I'm pretty sure I know HOW she lost the weight. I just don't/can't/won't do THAT to get rid of my weight. It's so not what you think it is. But to give you an idea of what I mean, she was bigger than me before I got pregnant (I was 190 lbs). And now, she's half my size (I kid you not), and I'm 170 lbs. So she's a good 120 lbs (or less) and probably a size 5 (if not smaller). I am so jealous, you have no idea!! Like now, I can't even see this friend again until I'm at least 130 lbs and back into size small shirts. I need to kick up my work-out routines and stop eating. Yea, stop eating. This means, early morning workouts too. Ugghh! I sooo don't wanna, but it must be done! I can't go around being a fatty!! I am 22 years old! I can not let myself go this early in life!! Hardcore diet, here I come.
p/s My Munchkin is SEVEN months old!! Ahhh!
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