Being An Adult... SUCKS

I have been pondering back and forth on if I should even write about this topic, mostly because if I do I am admitting defeat. Here I am, waving my white flag for all to see, and I'm surrendering my thoughts.
I hate being a grown up.

I never realized how hard it is to be a full-time worker, student, wife, and care-giver. Especially when life turns it's back on you and makes me the spouse that is making the income. Tom lost his job about a month ago, and yes, we got two pay checks after they let him go. But, with the holidays it was gone in a matter of days. It really shook our world a little, and mostly tested our marriage.
Money is the single most fought about thing in marriages, this held true to ours as well. We never questioned our marriage, but it definitely put a strain on it. It still is. Tom found a new job, it doesn't pay as much as we need or what he used to make, but at this point we were pretty desperate for anything.
With that said, bills piled up, fights occurred, tears were shed, reality strolled right in to my life uninvited and brought depression along. It has been an extremely hard month for us. I've been moodier than ever lately, which of course didn't help with the bickering. There has just been an enormous amount of stress on us.
So, there you have it. Being an adult totally sucks. Bills are the devil. And, even though it was a really rough time for me and Tom, both as individuals and husband and wife, I'm glad they have been with him. No matter what he's my rock, even when I feel like throwing one at him. Now, that's true love.

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Christmas and New Years.

I absolutely love the holidays. Although, it was stated half otherwise in my last post. When they're over I just countdown the days until next year. December is full of a lot of stuff that happens. Drake's birthday was on the thirteenth, and he turned one years old... This displeases me in so many ways. I made pupcakes for him though. He loved them, Sarge loved them, and they were a hit for some of my co-workers dogs. So that makes me happy.

It's The Final Countdown

I have come to terms that I'm a horrible blogger. Absolute horrific. On the bright side, it's not that I don't think about blogging. I actually wrote my final essay for my English course on blogging this semester. It was great.
This week is finals week for school. To be completely honest, I did not do well this semester. At all. I am not looking forward to see where I end up.
I'm just glad it's all over and done with. I can't wait for next semester to start over and redeem myself from the horrors of this one.
(I'm going to interrupt this right now and just say that I'm in the computer lab at my school right now, and I'm rather annoyed at the two grown women playing hang man behind me. PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES. Har har har. Not.)