Today is one of those days. One of those days where I just don't feel happy or chipper or anything really. I don't want to cry or laugh or yell. I'm very blah. Lola keeps moving, that's an awesome thing but I'm so emotionally blah today that it's not helping (don't get me wrong, it's awesome, but it's not like making me jump outta my seat). I hate days like this. I went to Wendy's for lunch and ordered the wrong thing, I tried to get it corrected at the window, which they did but not without an attitude – I called up a vendor to check on an order and they were "so busy" that they didn't even let me finish a sentence when all I want to know is why does it take a month to send our customer their order – I have to wear these pants that aren't comfortable b/c now that my tummy's getting bigger I only 2 have pairs of comfortable pants and the others are pants that I shouldn't have bought (although I didn't realize it at the time, my bad). We need tires for Nick's truck like something fierce and we may have to forego Christmas entirely to get tires for him – which is not what I want to do, but if we have to then we have to. Today is just so very blah.
Yesterday we had a meeting at work, telling us that while he can't guarantee that we won't be laid off if the economy gets worse, our boss is trying his best to keep it from happening. That's great and stuff – but unfortunately you can't put much hope in that speech b/c he is the division manager, but he's got bosses and they've got bosses and those people are the ones that determine lay offs. I just want to stay employed with health insurance long enough to have the baby. After that we'll figure something out. Nick's insurance for the baby is free, but to add me it's $400 a month – that's ridiculous, and I don't know what we could give up to make up for it – oh well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Nothing's done upstairs. We've had to use every penny we've managed to save – we have to get it done by March, there's no way around it. I don't know how we'll do it, but we have to b/c Lola's gotta have a room and Nick's gotta have a place to put his stuff (a climate controlled, decent place – just the attic or a shed isn't a viable option). Ugh.