Working

I never really knew how much JM's not working bothered me until he got a job. Now the more I think about it the happier I am, and the less stressed I become. We're not going to be broke, finally.

After a few months of feeling hemmed in and worrying about if we were going to make bills, finally I can put some money back and save to go to Kansas.

With any luck, now, TJ and JC are going to get jobs soon and be out of the house more often. Having them here 24/7 has been wearing on my nerves. It's not necessarily them, although JC is a bit immature; it's that I'm not used to having any people around, let alone 3 other people in my house all the time.... and I have virtually no alone time. They don't mind the lack of privacy; I do. I miss it. I miss the quiet house at night. I miss the times JM and I sat quietly on the couch and watched a movie.

I don't know. I think this is just going to take a bit of time to get used to.

Working is helping a bit. My department manager is gone, so I'm working twice as hard as I usually do to try to get freight out and have the department nice looking for when she comes back. I come home completely beat and want nothing but peace, quiet, and rest.

Isn't that how it should be, though?