There is promise of a job for me, an interesting job that pays almost twice what I was making. I was recommended by a mutual friend so the prospective boss says she doesn't need to know anything else about me. But I have to wait, and that's hard, especially since we have no money. She said next week but something tells me it will be longer than that.
Should I temp in the meantime? I hate temping, haven't done it in more than a decade, but don't quite know what else to do for now.
I feel a touch helpless. Must grab life by neck and shake.
The boys are in school again, the hurdle of the first few days has been jumped. Ty in middle school, across town, far away, once again lost in thought and taking four hours to answer three short questions - not kidding, FOUR HOURS of sitting at his desk staring into space and playing with pencils. Soccer started again for Toe. The first fascinating PTO meeting was last night.
The school bus is always early for Ty and late for Toe but at least the driver is friendly.
The new Principal does not seem terribly happy in her job. Ugh, can you imagine? That's one job I'd rather not contemplate, all those crazy parents.
Despite bathing daily, I am always slightly smelly. I feel sweaty and disheveled, like I can't make myself look good no matter what I do.