Forgive me for feeling sorry for myself today. It isn't because I am turning 40 tomorrow. No, because I truly believe that you are only as old as you feel, and to be honest--I feel like I'm in my 20's (which sometimes seems kind of weird, considering my daughter is almost 20).
No, I'm feeling sorry for myself because I feel like I could lose my house in this economy. And it's frustrating. I don't have a high-risk, adjustable loan--no, my husband and I could actually afford this house when we bought it. It's the fact that my husband's hours have been reduced severely and my work is only coming in sporadically.
Which isn't to say I'm not happy with my work--because I am. I love my job as a writer, I think I just need to figure out a way to work more. My husband actually hates his job. Not the job itself, so much as the company he works for. It started out as a good place to work, but over the years as it has been passed down through the family--gradually it has grown into a place that isn't so great to work.
For example, when they cut the hours where he works, they explained that they were doing it to save money. But they would bring in helpers on those three days. So what has actually happened is that they are spending more money in their effort to save money. And, darn it, he works in a warehouse. It isn't like they are saving money on utilities for those days that they are closed--they aren't. It's just stupid.
Well, my birthday is tomorrow. I expect my family will be better regarding my birthday than they were for Mother's Day. They always are. But forgive me if I am sad and worried. It's not you, it's me.