I am considering getting my truck driver's liscense. Really seriously. I don't think i can go on living like i am doing right now.
Tom is traveling a lot, 5 days this week, and probably the same next week. won't be like this all the time, but he will be traveling more. Heather is home from Scotland, and that is good; she seems to be doing much better on her new meds (break down over Memorial day in Ponca), and is looking into some job possiblities that might include more money and benefits of some sort. She wants to move out, and i think we want her to, too. always torn about heather.
anyway, my days consist of getting up, having coffee, cigarette, and two pieces of toast. watch morning television while trying to get some chores accomplished so i don't feel so much like a slug. I have been working on projects, knitting, crocheting, and quilting. nothing very hard, nothing too well done. have a little lunch, read and nap in the afternoon; take a shower, and try to pull some dinner together. Watch the news, play tiles of the animals. If it's monday, i go to the store; if it is wednesday, i clean at the church and "knit with the ladies" at the library; and if it is every other friday i work at NE.
some of these things are my favorite things to do in the world, and my greatest sources of guilt.
i really think i could drive trucks. something per diem, so i could work around what ever tom needs me for and still be able to keep up my few hours at NE, but something to look forward to, something to accomplish, something to bring in a little more money, something that Tom wants to do eventually too.
as it stands right now, the only real role i play, is being here when tom comes home, which gratefully he is very grateful for. thank God for the meds.
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