Well the sunshine has packed up its bags and buggered off back to wherever it came from. The rain has returned forcing us back indoors which is becoming rather frustrating for both E and I given that last week we were out and about having fun down at the park and going for walks on the beach.
Ah well, we will have to suffice with board games, play dough, baking, painting, crafting and good old Disney DVD’s until the sunshine makes a come back. I actually quite enjoy sitting at the table playing games with the kids despite having to rig the games by hook or by crook so that the kids get to win.
I’ve at least managed to get a few things around the house done. Although it doesn’t seem to matter how many times I hoover, polish or tidy up the house still feels like it needs a major overhaul which no duster nor steam mop could possibly accomplish.
I am fully aware that we got through a shit load of DIY last year with having the extension built and decorating six rooms in total. I just hope we can get through a little of the list on a tighter budget within the next year or so before I go completely mad with the embossed, fruit basket 90s kitchen tiles.
Before we can do anything major I really need to find a higher paid job and given that E starts School in September it should technically be the perfect time but whether or not I will actually be able to acquire said job is entirely another thing.
We live in the back of beyond or as many around the area term it ‘the arse end of nowhere’. Whilst the views may be spectacular the job opportunities are extremely limited. I have applied to endless vacancies and have so far received countless Dear John letters, either that or nothing at all in return. It’s a hopeless cause or at least it feels that way having spent over a year on a fruitless job hunt.
Speaking of jobs, it’s almost that time of day that I need to head out to the pub for yet another shift. Here’s hoping it’s an easy shift and that I can avoid the washing up as having washed pots for well over three-hours last night, I may well cry if I am faced yet again by sink loads of shit to clean.
I miss teaching, I miss feeling part of a worthwhile cause. Don’t get me wrong, I love working behind the bar but it’s not something I envisaged doing in my thirties…
I have my health, my wonderful family and friends and a great life overall. I guess I should stop pushing myself for anything more until the time is right. I need to take the pressure away and to stop worrying so much but that’s far easier said than done!
Give it time and things should get better, tomorrows another day right?