Yesterday was food stamp day. Believe me, things are pretty tight at the end of the month, so I always rejoice on the first because I can buy food. Yay! But they didn't come. Not there. Where are they? Dunno'. Damn the government. Damn them.
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.