I have my interview for the Assistant Manager position on Friday!
Couple that with my day off tomorrow that I get to spend with my incredible husband and things aren’t so bad despite recent disappointments…who knew it wouldn’t just be a piece of cake to get pregnant?
Relieving Sammy so he can get to work as scheduled. Hopefully I can help out somehow and not just sit around thinking about how awful everything is, worrying if Mason and the girls are alright, or dwelling on the awkwardness with the kids now…or feeling sheer terror that they might make due on the things they said in their letter.
People can be such monsters. I hate all of this. Every single bit of it.