Here I sit in my kitchen crying. I'm frustrated with so many things.
( WARNING- MEL you might not want to read this. You don't need to worry about any of this. Really. ) Speaking of money. We haven't got our stimulus check yet. I ear marked the money to pay for a new timing belt in the honda. Chris is dragging his feet calling about it. I am starting to loose patience. The worst thing about it is if I weren't infertile I'd be back at work. Work at a real job. A real job as in we wouldn't even qualify for the damn thing.
There you have it. I'm a horrible friend who is worthless.
I'm going to go through-up. I forgot how progesterone turns me into a barf machine.