I had a decent enough… considering the circumstances.. time with my mom on our Thursday trip to Oregon. It gave us a chance to talk about a lot of things and I got to comfort her in her anxiousness regarding her brother and his health status. She had asked me to go back down with her considering we only did a one day, there and back trip, but now I have an interview tomorrow at 9am and couldn’t go with her to Oregon.

I mean, I am hoping I can start as soon as I interview. Unlikely, so maybe I could drive south once my interview is over but then if I start in the next couple of days, mom would have to come home not due to her brother’s needs, but because of mine and I don’t want to be a hindrance on her. Id rather be a comfort if I went at all.

In other news, I got my flooring in my house and all we have left is to get a shower in our apartment and then Kyle and I will complete our unintended house remodel! I am so stoked this has been such a lonnnnngggggg six months with Kyle’s sepsis, the septic tank bursting and flooding our place, to me getting injured and I was then out of work, and then went back just to lose my job. Unemployment has been absolutely ZERO help. I have been unemployed for almost eight weeks and I haven’t received a dime let alone any confirmation that they received my application let alone can’t get ahold of them. It’s wild. You call at 8am on the dot Monday morning when they open and their phone lines are busy from then until 5pm, as in the queue is full and can’t receive anymore callers. Wild.

So this interview application fill out appointment is a God send. I don’t even care that it’s only a temporary job as a janitor I need money badly and I am so sick of relying on my husband to provide. I mean, he makes great money but I’m not meant to be a trophy wife or stay at home mom or whatever. I’ve deep cleaned my whole house and I understand I probably couldn’t have done the work that needed to be done with my house if I had been working; so for that I am grateful. But now that tomorrow is the last day of contractors coming over and I’ll be gone for my interview, it’s nice because I can get away, feel like I have a purpose again, and make Kyle’s grandma answer to the contractors instead of me.

Normally if I wasn’t doing anything, I wouldn’t mind watching the contractors work since this section is my house and I didn’t have a paid job. But the thing is: She isn’t working either, she just leaves nearly every day of the week to go gamble pinochle with her gambling friends. She owns this house and wants shit to get done but won’t be responsible so I can go get a job. You know what really grinds my gears? The sole fact she has not ONCE said THANK YOU to me for cleaning up her trash and dusted from top to bottom half of her four thousand square foot house and washed walls and sweep and mop both of her kitchens both mine and hers, bathrooms, vacuum, etc. No thanks from her or better yet, money for doing the work she would have had a pay a team of people to touch the place. It basically hadn’t been cleaned in 25 plus years when my husband lived down here as a child.

Had I been thanked, and appreciated and not walked on all over I wouldn’t have cared about money. I am literally the only reason they don’t have a rat infested home, I swear. But being butt hurt won’t help anything because I still live here rent free so I really cannot complain but this is my blog and I do what I want! LOL

Gotta be resilient and keep that nose to the grindstone.

Much love,

Dani