Aug 18

Stress.  It is a constant for me.  It isn't that I think I have more of it than anyone because I know I don't.  In fact, we are pretty lucky, pretty healthy, my husband has a job, we have a house that we own.  We have so much more than many, yet I cannot help but worry.  I worry about everything, but mostly it seems to be about what people think of me.  "Why do you care" people ask.  The short answer is that I shouldn't.  The long answer is that I want people to see me how I want them to see me.  I want to be a good mother, a good wife, a good friend, homemaker, cook, financial planner, driver, judge of character, gardener, you name it.  I want people to think I am good at things.  In reality I try to be good at those things, but I don't really think I am. 

I guess I am having a "blue" day.  I am over tired and I spent an afternoon trying to keep calm during a chaotic afternoon with my boy and a friend who's parenting philosophies are not the same as mine.  Our AmEx card had the credit limit lowered on the same day my husband flew into Nova Scotia in a business trip and needed to use that card.  Keep in mind that we haven't used the card in 2 years.  We are not using credit cards and are trying to pay off the balances.  I have send an automatic payment of atleast $50 over the minimum due since Jan.  and the time that we need to use the card, they tell me that I have $133 of available credit left.  I and quite frustrated and have a rude agent, and I manage to extend my available credit to $700 through Thursday when husband will be home.  Now as long as they do it and his card isn't declined when he goes to check out of his hotel room-

Well, enough of my ramblings, I should fix dinner, Andy already nuked a chicken patty for himself.... see, I am failing at motherhood yet again.

Aug 16

Lets see how this blogging thing works.  I enjoy reading blogs of people who enjoy the same things I do or who are experiencing the same things I am.

My world centers around my family.  I am a stay at home mom of an 8 year old boy with a few minor issues.  I am trying to make a run of an eBay business, trying to loose weight, trying to save money, trying to keep my house clean.... trying to simplify my life.

I am thinking that writing will help, kind of like cheap therapy, and maybe even make me accountable to someone/something.  We'll see.