The Joy

Good news...my middle son decided he was taking the train home today. It made it hard for me to concentrate and keep my mind on work. All I could think about was if there was gas in his car? What time would my husband be home with the truck and if I would make it to the station before he arrived?

Then I thought about money...will we have enough to pay the bills this month? How are we going to finagle tuition next year? When/how can we afford braces for our daughter?

I tell you it's a load...sometimes a very heavy load.

Scary picture?

A brief introduction...

If you read my profile you probably know that I'm married (20 years this coming September) and I have children. Three of them to be exact. Well four if you count my husband.

I love my family, my home and believe it or not, my job. I have a rare liver disease (PBC), I'm being treated for depression and anxiety, have an elderly mother (92 next month), come from a dysfunctional family and I have in-laws I refuse to deal with.

Things I don't like are arrogant people, cigarettes and loud music with questionable lyrics.

I sound like a very old person, but I'm not. I was taught to be morally correct...after all I was raised Catholic. Spare the rod spoil the child.

That's enough about me. I'll touch base tomorrow.

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