Nightmares
One of those things that I was afraid of happening to me has started to rear it's ugly head...the travel bug. This is not good for me for some obvious reasons. I want to leave the country actually, go on a culinary tour of the world...well, a few places in the world, Ireland, Japan, Italy, Sardinia, etc. I want to take Emma and Brandon and go. I want to write. I want to move to a little cottage w/ an ocean view and some salty air. Reality has to shit on me though. It said there are no funds for this exploration.
I also just got a good look at my ring...the setting isn't totally sodered to the ring. This must have happened while it was getting resized. LeRoy's will be hearing from me. It looks fucking cheap. God. They're going to fix it and that means it's going to take another fucking 5 days for me to get it back. They're fucking slow and fucking horrible at their job.
I am now listening to someone's car alarm. Hello. No one has those, oh no, I mean, I wonder how many car alarms actually prevent theft. Did they ever? Maybe in 1988. Not too much now. And the best part of car alarms...they are usually set off by their owners. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.
I wish books didn't end. I wish books didn't end because there is always something that I need to know about the story that the author didn't include. Even my favorite book of all time is this way.
I hate soft spots on baby heads. Emma has one on the top and evidently I hadn't noticed it before. Well, I was holding her and I looked down and it's pulsating. I got the phone and called the pediatrician who said that as long as it's not sunken in, it's cool if it is pulsating, that's just blood flowing through it. But it looks like it's kind of sunken in to me...I'll look at some pics on here and see. I'm such a worrier.
It's so beautiful out and I don't really feel like taking Emma out though, I just want to stay in. The thing is, I just want to be able to COOK. Actually COOK. God. LoL This is when I wish I was still in school because I had so much food freedom there. I had already paid for all the crap that I had to use and well, I had all kinds of things at my fingertips. I took advantage of it then and now I wish I still had those opportunities. I wish we could grill. I hate apt. complexes.
I go back to work on Tuesday. I know I'll get Emma in the afternoons but I'm so going to miss waking up to her and Brandon. I mean, I'll still be waking up to them but I won't be able to spend time w/ both her and him at the same time. I love seeing her with him and I love us all being together. I hate that right now our lives aren't coinciding for QT to be an option. I am going to tell Brian that I need at least one weekend off a month. I can't help if Janice's husband is a mo fo and thinks he has to rule her life and that he says she has to be at church all the time. I need Sat. and Sun.'s off too...otherwise my relationship w/ Brandon will be hurting. Those are the only days he has off. I have to do myself as well as my relationships a favor. My family will always be more important than my career. I love food and I love cooking but I love my life and my family more than anything else in the world. I don't want to hurt them for some stupid woman who won't be there for me like my family will. It's odd how my priorities have changed in the last year. I wouldn't change it for anything though.