So, remember that county job that I was interviewing for? Depending on my drug test results and background check, I got it. I fucking got it! Weekends off. No early mornings. No evenings. Double the income. Benefits. Need I say more?
Once Upon A Time, I was a Welfare Mommy. I put myself through college and became a Welfare Worker, all while keeping my sardonic sense of humor in check. Then I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, quit my job, and now stay at home and raise three kids, ages 17, 13, and 6.
I can cook but can't "throw something together", I want to clean but procrastinate, but most of all I want to find myself.