Saturday, in the living room, think it was 17th of January
It's been a pretty good week all in all. Brandy and I had a nice dinner Thursday evening while J was at GiGi's house. Supposedly J had a good melt down, which was so bad, GiGi said she had never seen anything like it from all her kids and grand kids. Something tells me a child, even of the not so distant past, would have been put down and snuffed out before he or she could utter a peep. I should qualify that statement. In the past couple of decades many parents have been more like friends to their children, which can bring out automatic entitlement expectations. I hope we are striking somewhere between the domineering and the best friend parent with Jordan.
It's funny, while at dinner, Brandy let me have it with the we haven't gotten anywhere routine. Believe me, I know about it. The past four months have been rough. Thinking I was going to a better, faster growth job, only to end up in a crappie, "not the right fit" job and out of work for close to two months. Now I'm at a so-so job, just to hold on, and wish I would have stuck to the old Marsh job, where I had been for four plus stagnant years and could have gone to school on the side. They would have at least paid part or most of the bill. Brandy's taken on more hours than the usual 12 or so on the weekends and has moved into book keeping as well as the old customer service, which is great, but you get the feeling she landed some six figure job with a Fortune 500 company by what she said at dinner. Most family and maybe some friends, especially those that work, feel as though she's been playing the Jordan card a little too much. I feel that with the cost and state of daycare, a parent should raise a child if at all possible and that's what we've been doing. This has been at the expense of all the nice extras of life. I'm clearing over $30K, which is maybe fine for one or even two people, but with a family of three, you just get a few extras after paying the bills. The thing that burns me is the apartment being in the same state of disarray day after day and/or slipping into a disaster area soon after I pick things up on the weekend. I feel like saying, "what have you done all day." If I had the same candor Brandy had at dinner, life would be miserable. I often say that with an extra $20 grand a year we would have just about everything we need and be on the track to better things, but without Brandy working more we are simply in a state right above existing.
The current plan is to set goals and set a path towards them. Funny how this is all my responsibility, or so it seems.
Next time around I'll have the aforementioned goals pretty much laid out. Also, next time I hope I have something better to say about my current job. Michelle, the woman I work with seems to be oblivious to training, or training needs and has the reputation of being hard to work with. Jeff, the guy above her, let it spill at lunch that three people have had this position in less than a year before me. Boy, that makes me feel good.
It's funny, while at dinner, Brandy let me have it with the we haven't gotten anywhere routine. Believe me, I know about it. The past four months have been rough. Thinking I was going to a better, faster growth job, only to end up in a crappie, "not the right fit" job and out of work for close to two months. Now I'm at a so-so job, just to hold on, and wish I would have stuck to the old Marsh job, where I had been for four plus stagnant years and could have gone to school on the side. They would have at least paid part or most of the bill. Brandy's taken on more hours than the usual 12 or so on the weekends and has moved into book keeping as well as the old customer service, which is great, but you get the feeling she landed some six figure job with a Fortune 500 company by what she said at dinner. Most family and maybe some friends, especially those that work, feel as though she's been playing the Jordan card a little too much. I feel that with the cost and state of daycare, a parent should raise a child if at all possible and that's what we've been doing. This has been at the expense of all the nice extras of life. I'm clearing over $30K, which is maybe fine for one or even two people, but with a family of three, you just get a few extras after paying the bills. The thing that burns me is the apartment being in the same state of disarray day after day and/or slipping into a disaster area soon after I pick things up on the weekend. I feel like saying, "what have you done all day." If I had the same candor Brandy had at dinner, life would be miserable. I often say that with an extra $20 grand a year we would have just about everything we need and be on the track to better things, but without Brandy working more we are simply in a state right above existing.
The current plan is to set goals and set a path towards them. Funny how this is all my responsibility, or so it seems.
Next time around I'll have the aforementioned goals pretty much laid out. Also, next time I hope I have something better to say about my current job. Michelle, the woman I work with seems to be oblivious to training, or training needs and has the reputation of being hard to work with. Jeff, the guy above her, let it spill at lunch that three people have had this position in less than a year before me. Boy, that makes me feel good.