Busy Days

Wow it’s been busy around here. The house is still in disaray, despite all the hard work Chris has been doing while I’m at work. Guess it’s gotta get messier to get clean. We had a big set back yesterday though. I was supposed to work a double, and worked all morning to get my night shift covered.

Reason being Jodi had til today to get her house packed and moved. She only had a week. She was supposed to have til March. Her now ex husband is an asshole. Pure asshole. Not the lazy do good nothing type, the vindictive, deceitful, lying, cheating, stealing asshole. So Between both of us we managed to convince someone to work it. So Chris and I spent a good chunk of our night over there. It started getting to cold, so Jodi took us to G’s pancake house as her treat, and then we went home. I was exhausted, but Chris wanted to get this new tv hutch in the room, so I went to bed and he cleaned and moved more furniture. He just went to bed an hour ago. It’s 9am.  Around 4am he went back to Jodi’s and took out her washer and dryer for her, by himself.

I’m so proud of Jodi. She took the high road in all this mess, and she didn’t deserve any of this. That jerk will get his.

I’m proud of Chris, for working so hard, and coming through for a friend.  It makes me proud that  I married someone like him.  My  friends have always been my family, since my  childhood home life was crap.  I look at my marriage, and through all the fights, and argueing it’s coul dbe so much worse. I’m grateful for my husband, and my life. We might not have much, but we have each other. Love is enough for me.

So right now I’m sitting on the floor, typing, my ass is numb. Oh and I’m on my period, no baby for me this month. It will happen though. One day. I believe that.

I was looking through my wedding photos while Mike was here, and I realized how sick Jess looks now. He used to look 20 years younger than his age. He was aging well, looking 50ish at 70. Now he looks so sick. I try not to think about it, it makes me cry, and I don’t want that. I don’t want to cry for him, I want to have hope.