yes, i am a big fat slacker

hi peeps!  it’s been a long, long time since i blogged.  i blame it on the fact that i have spent lots of the last 4 months feeling like this:

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i guess i had hoped that by the time we were expecting our second child, the hubby would have found something a little closer to his dream job and that even if we hadn’t been elevated to a financial status with less struggle and panic, he would at least be happier.

the reality is that i haven’t really been that excited about being pregnant because i feel like i am adding more of a burden to our already overextended and miserable breadwinner.  it’s been kind of depressing to spend a long hot summer with a baby and a bitter, cranky husband and i don’t really know how to fix it.

i feel pretty much trapped in this house, in this small town, unable to help the hubby find a job, unable to really get one myself.  the heat is oppressive and we are broke.

sorry to come at you with kind of a whiny, gloomy post, but it kind of feels nice to talk about how i have been feeling.  i don’t really have anyone in real life to share this stuff with.  i promise to follow up with some of the happy stuff that’s been going on!  and if anyone needs a friend, a pen-pal, snail mail or email, i could use one too, so hit me up!!

starting tomorrow, more positive posts.  maybe even a picture of our growing baby to be!

thanks for reading!

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About phrogmom

kind of eccentric artsy type raising two boys in texas.
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2 Responses to yes, i am a big fat slacker

  1. Jeez this all black thing with light gray text is a bitch to read/proofread but I’ll try to type something legible. Hey, you have one another. If that’s not worth it, for both of you, then it’s time to move on. Yeah, I know about being broke, it sucks, but at least you aren’t homeless, alone and broke. Here’s a timeless old cliche you can hang on the wall for those moments when you’re feeling really low:

    “I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet.”

    Hang in there. Things will improve. Life is change. Change is good.

  2. phrogmom says:

    sorry, if i knew more about css i would change my text color to white! i have a weakness for the black background though 🙂

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