You can’t please all of the people all of the time. You can’t even please some of the people some of the time. I might want to stop trying so hard.
I’m not a pool person. The fact that we are living in a hotel with an indoor pool does not speak to that fact.
If house hunting is for the birds, I must be one. Except, it’s not fun anymore. And I need it to be finished.
I have a problem with grudge-holders. And I can’t stand people who hold onto things and do not tell me when they are upset, only to throw it back in my face later. Even though I may have done it once or twice. I’m a hypocrite, what up.
I’m feeling the mommy-stress in some areas. I love my son. But I sometimes wish I was better at this mommy thing. And I’m sure there are some out there that think I’m doing everything wrong, when in fact I am just doing the best I can.
There are few things in life that really hurt my feelings: saying I don’t care about my son and watching my dad have his feelings hurt. I know I might not be able to understand how I may offend or insult, but don’t take it out on my father, or my family.
I need an endgame. And I need to feel like everything I’m doing to get there is worth it.
Avoidance benefits no one. Except the on who is doing the avoiding. Temporarily.
Don’t hate just because I like the Jersey Shore. I’m allowed a guilty pleasure show.
It’s been 5 days, and I’m tired of living in a hotel.
I feel like I want to give up and surrender, but I do not want to be defeated. The madness must continue until it’s done.