Oh, yes, friends, last year was crazy. My boyfriend unexpectedly lost his job, I had to work a ton of hours at work (super long story) but I needed the money so. . .okay, no days off for three and a half weeks. Sucked. Then, as I think I'm settling into routine, supposedly Boyfriend's unemployment runs out, right about the time school is starting up again. Well, sheeeet. Okay. So I beg, borrow, and steal as many hours (up to 48 in a week) as I can to make up for this lack of cash flow. . .THAT NEVER COMES! *KILLKILLKILL* *ahem* So. Back to lack of cash, the lease on our apartment is up on Oct 31st, which is good. We've lived there waaay too long and it's gotten way too expensive. So I get one day off a week and I spend two of those coveted days scouring for a new apartment, preferably close to where the kids already go to school. I find one, BOyfriend doesn't seem to give a shit until I'm about to sign lease papers and then *BAM* Oh, no. We're moving into an apartment he suddenly pulls out of his ass after about five minutes of looking online. Douche canoe. Fine. So, in a whirlwind week and a half, and with only my mother, my sister, and my kids to help, I move us into the new apartment. BOyfriend has to do, like, two whole hours of work at the old apartment and bitches about it like a martyr. REALLY hate that shit. Moving is EXPENSIVE! So many deposits (we have one cat) and some of the bills required us to pre-pay before they'd switch us over and etc. etc. etc. So I'm broke as we move in and then Boyfriend gets a barely-20-hr-wk job. . . still not doing any house work. Didn't I tell you that? Yeah. No job, school is out for the summer, doesn't do housework. Drops out of college to save money for the move and upcoming holidays. Doesn't do housework. While this dumb girl typing this works her arse off waiting tables and being a fry cook 40 plus hours a week, helping with the kids, doing all that housework and. . . yeah. So, now we're both working full time and I hate it. I don't have time to do shit. I'm reading while I do the laundry, I scroll through Facebook while I eat breakfast and Tumblr while I eat dinner and then. . .that's it. I miss it here. I miss everyone. This place is alien to me now and I hate it. I'm hoping this will be a better year. I quit smoking, so I'll have more money and if he's working full time then I may just ask for a reduction in hours when everyone is done taking their vacations over the next month and a half.
I lament that there isn't enough time in the world for me to listen to all the podcasts I'd like to, watch all the tv shows and movies I'd like to, read all the books I'd like to, do all the art I'd like to, and so on. -_-; I hate picking and choosing and still feeling like a loser.
Here's to hoping my striving for balance works! I hope you all had better years and I hope I start drawing again.