What do I say to you?

I never know what to write in this thing. My life is not funny, I'm not funny, so who would read about me? No one, I suspect. Oh well, maybe this will be good for me. The kids are fine, Terry is, well he's Terry, he's never fine. He's always negative, always sick or always down on himself. I sometimes find myself asking, why did I marry him? He's handsome, he's creative, and he's a damn good cook (and good at other things that I won't mention here!), but he's always negative. And has turned out to be quite lazy too, I think. Aside from working, he's lazy!

Anyway, I have started a new group at church. It's purpose is to help me find my true self...the one God inteded for me to be. I am hoping it will guide me to a career I love, or out of the self-induced depression I am in, and more importantly to a THRIVING life that I know we all want. You know what I'm talking about...the one where you JUMP out of bed excited for the day ahead of you. Not the kind I have...the one where I press snooze SOOO much that my 5 year old is almost late for preschool (gasp!). I can say that I'm not as bad as the mother across the street, but I'm not supposed to be comparing myself to others....that's hard not to do!

So I sit here...laundry waiting to be put away, soap operas calling my name, dinner on my mind and then I have to drag my butt to the call center tonite. Ahh, work! Listening to the stupid people who can't hold onto their ATM card. They call, giggling that they left it in the machine...hahaha! Hey idiot, if you can't hold onto a simple piece of plastic, you can't have a bank account with us! Oh, I long to say that to the repeat offenders, but I can't.

Off to break up another, "she's copying me, he's copying me, you're a poopyhead" fight! Who made up that word....and can I have 5 minutes alone with him/her?