It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

I'm feeling kinda down tonight. Sometimes you just need to vent and so here goes:

I despise Stuart's new schedule. While I understand that this is the best schedule for him to finish more classes in the spring, it totally sucks for me and the boys. Not so much the boys but me. I can't sleep at night. Seriously. When he gets home the only thing on my mind is sleeping. I get really frustrated when he then goes to sleep and leaves me to deal with everything on my own and half awake.

I am really not looking forward to this weekend. It's going to be emotional and hard and difficult and part of me just wants to wear the upset face that I have to hide. Those of you who know, please pray for the whole family.

While I do like being a homeowner, I am not that fond of being an owner of an 80 year old house. It would be great if all the projects that my dear husband started before his schedule changed were completed. But they are not and thus are a glaring reminder of what needs to be fixed.

I hate being broke. Why oh why did I have to get all the credit cards before I realized that I would still be paying them back more than a 10 years later?

I love the holidays but this year I'm just being reminded of all the things that I can't get for my children or my husband. I'm just feeling like a scrooge.

I'm really tired of trying to potty train Tyson. He doesn't care so why should I?

After all is said and done, I read this and am reminded how incredibly lucky and blessed I am. Alright enough "poor me" and back to packing...