In this house if you have missing socks, it isn’t the dryer nor washer to be blamed…
Around these parts if you are missing socks and it’s either my daughter, my fiance or me … chances are the daughter or I stole them. In this particular case of the missing socks – it was me to be blamed for stealing yet another pair of my fiance’s socks. I guess he should have bought me socks for Christmas.
I always tell my fiance that I don’t wish for him to change, I absolutely love him for who he is. I just see things within him, things he is capable of that clearly have not been seen by him as of yet. In the past year I have watched my fiance change in such a great way. He is more confident, he doesn’t stand for bull crap anymore and he is much happier than he was the first day I met him.
As I sit here typing this I have sick children and a temperature rising in my own self. I am online writing because, well, I have to get some work done even if home sick. That’s one blessing about being a work at home mom, I can work virtually anywhere and in any shape, since I currently am nursing a temperature rise and not having any other symptoms I can still work a bit.
My daughter started getting sick on Thursday into Friday but then spent the weekend with her Dad without any sick issues, at least as far as she shared with me. The boys spent their weekend with Dad pretty sick. It seemed it was only going to be a 24-48 hour bug of some sort, but last night I found we all were getting a fever again. Sigh.
This bug doesn’t want to let us go but I will fight to get rid of it. I grabbed some Canada Dry Ginger Ale and Little Man brought orange juice home from his Dad’s. Together with extra sleep and some honey tea, we will get this bug fought and put away. This week was only a three day school week as it is so these kiddos need to get healthy and back to school for their education.
Hoping this passes soon because it doesn’t feel good watching your kids struggle with sickies. I would have sent them to school but I am not the kind of parent who sends their children to school sporting a fever, sadly that is what will keep spreading the bug through out the school. I would rather keep my kids home if they have any signs of a stomach bug, flu or any other sickness because it’s important to make sure other school kids are protected.
So today, I sit curled up in blanket still feeling cold chills and praying all passes quickly.
I have noticed, as of late, that many people are begging for money, putting their financial dire straights out there in the public eye and trying to make people feel bad for them being broke. Let me tell you all this; it isn’t that difficult to research online and find work to do. It isn’t all that difficult to step outside and work at a fast food chain to simply make the bills. It’s called “sucking up your pride”. Believe me, I am an extremely prideful person but because I never had things handed to me, I feel, I have a stronger sense of pride and more strength to move forward. No matter how broke I get, no matter what chances of losing a home, or getting electric shut off or the inability to buy as much food as I would like to, I always chug along forward. I don’t broadcast the financial strain I may or may not be in from time to time and I certainly do not beg anyone for money.
For one; I am a professional. Many people who are doing the same or similar line of work as I do, actually find it okay to beg for their business. Citing reasons like “oh my God, I have to feed my child” or “Oh my gosh the bills are due and you said you would work with me and now I am not going to be able to put food on the table for my kid”. I don’t see out of home workers going into their bosses begging for a raise because they feel they are better than everyone else in that company and deserve special attention to be able to “feed their kids”. We don’t do that, it’s not professional and makes you look bad to these clients.
I know I should not let other people being hypocrits bother me, but it does. I am so sick of looking at my social media feeds and watching as people who have other people to pay for their crap beg and plead and cry for money. Are you freaking kidding me? I have no help. I have just me. I now have a fiance, so yeah we have combined income, but we just have each other. If we ask someone for money, we have to pay it back and we are given a super hard time if we even let down our pride and ask to borrow money. It’s known that we are not the type of people to beg for money or even ask for it, so if we are asking to borrow money then it’s serious business.
Sure, this is who we are. I shouldn’t be upset for others being the way they are, but it pisses me off.
I’m so sick of watching people beg for money online. I see this happening with people all over the United States and I’m shaking my head thinking “Is this the American dream?” Have we really become so weak minded that we allow the Government and other people to pay for our necessities? Or worse, pay for things we could live without??
I am all for the neighbor helping neighbor mentality but when you give a pity party whether it be unprofessionally private to a business owner to get money or publicly for all to see; it’s wrong. Trying to get pity means you sadly are a weak person and maybe should seek help to get strong again. WE all have our weak moments, we all have our times of struggle. It’s normal. Honestly, I feel times of challenges and struggles are what keeps me going. I feel stronger and have more pride knowing that I earned every single penny of my money to pay to support my kids and I didn’t allow my good morals to suffer in the process.
So the next time you are putting others down for sharing a sob story and yet you do the same? Maybe think twice. It’s hurtful. You see, I don’t do the sob stories. I have moments of hormonal issues and I may privately complain or confide in a friend, that’s okay. That’s what private friends are for. It’s not okay to beg for PITY — that is what gets UNDER MY SKIN. Not that someone is having an off day, week or month, not that someone is struggling and sharing their down day with the world to allow their friends to pick them back up – I am sick of the pity party with oh woe is me mentality.
Get a life. Get help. Grow up. Be Strong …. live the American dream – we are STRONG!
Every Summer my family spends a lot of time at the pool in Vermont at my Dad’s or at the beach when it’s no longer charging a fee to get in.
Summer is a wonderful season; no school, no demands, simply the kids and me enjoying our downtime away from the hectic schedules we have during the school year.
I miss these days and am counting down the time until we can have our flip flops off and run carefree in the wind ….
Along the warm sands of Sunapee State Park again….