One of my sons, JM, has a job interview today at 2 p.m. Without getting into the details just yet, let’s just say that if he gets it, life will be infinitely easier for both of us.

All good thoughts directed his way will be greatly appreciated!

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Last night, after a not-so-great night at work (I’m not even going there), I came home and went right to bed. And crashed. Until noon today.

That’s why I didn’t notice until I got up to make coffee that my sons had cleaned the entire kitchen yesterday. They even swept the floor.  And washed the cats’ food dishes.

It looks fantastic!

I guess I’ll keep them a little longer. Because, you never know, they might do the living room next!

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I’ve think I’ve lost the war.

You know the one I mean, right? The war raging in my home: estrogen vs. testosterone? I’m outnumbered. The only way to balance things out is to get rid of The Boyfriend and the orange cat. And even then, what good is the female cat when her greatest talent is puking on things I’ve just cleaned?

Dishes done every day? Get real. I’m lucky if I can step into the kitchen. JL’s misguided sense that “everything must be fair” is back in full force. He doesn’t believe in picking up anything that he didn’t get out, washing anything that he didn’t dirty and oh my GOSH was he offended that I felt he had to be taught how to use our electric lawn mower. Well, when you never mowed the lawn since we’ve lived here….

JM had a job interview last week for something that would be a huge help. A full time security guard position with a nice hourly wage and full benefits, including free tuition. But I suspect he didn’t get it, as there’s a letter waiting for him today. If I’m right, I’m worried about his reaction. It could go either way. He could be upset at not getting the opportunity. On the other hand, he could be somewhat relieved that he’s not going to have to deal with the stress.

Things are tight on the money front. I made one crucial mistake a couple months ago, and it’s coming back to haunt me now. I took the boys out to dinner for their birthday. On the one hand, I never do anything for their birthday anymore. I haven’t in years. But the money could have been better spent elsewhere.

My deferred compensation kicked in last month, so my net income is about $50 less per month. I had hoped to increase my deduction for it, but the way things are going… that missing $50 is already hurting me. When it costs me $8 in gas just to go out to where my dad lives and back, $50 is a lot of money.

So, nothing gets spent this month, outside of monthly bills. Not on new shoes that I desperately need, not on the Counting Crows CD that I really want, or any of the cabinet organizers I’ve had my eye on. Nada. Not even on groceries! Given that I did such a great job at the grocery store over the weekend, I really have no reason to go back there for quite some time. I already told The Boyfriend that he was responsible for any items I may have missed, or for milk “restocking.” But really, I think we’ll be ok until the end of the month, especially since I organized that pantry on Saturday. Even JM commented on it!

I’ll make it. It’s not as though I’m behind on anything. I’m just trying to make sure that I don’t get in that position. Especially since car insurance starts up again next month, and along with it, the neverending battle of getting a certain son to cough up his share in a timely manner. But it’ll be a LOT easier with him here in the house, instead of 700 miles away at camp. *evil laugh*

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Really, I haven’t. I just don’t seem to be finding a lot of time to A) email, B) respond to comments or C) blog right now.

What free time I do have right now is spent A) sleeping, B) doing homework, or C) ridiculous things around like the house such as grocery shopping.

Today is Day 3 of six straight at work and I’m already dreading going in. Today and Thursday will be the worst days, because we’re understaffed. Today is worse for me, because the staff shortage lasts the entire night. Thursday is worse for the day crew because they have a two hour block of no students. Hopefully, we will have some new faces to fill these time slots soon.

In the midst of it all,  after making the necessary moves to avoid the game of musical cars early this morning, JM woke me up anyway to tell me he had a flat tire. I let him take my car to class, but my response to his “What should I do about it?” question was not something he wanted to hear. Let’s see… you’ve known that the tire was leaking air for weeks. Hmm… And now you want ME to fix it?

I don’t think so. I think you need to figure out this one on your own. I have enough on my plate right now. But hey, thanks for thinking of me!

The nice thing is that I have a three-day weekend this weekend, and a three-day work week next week, as I finally get into my normal Sunday through Thursday schedule.

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Tuition bill paid? Check.

Textbooks purchased? Check.

Flash drive ready to go? Check.

Software downloaded? Nope, not until I get paid. But otherwise, I’m ready for fall semester. I’m very excited about my classes this time around. No undergraduate students pretending to be “instructors.”

The boys? Not so much ready for the semester. JL has an excuse; he’s still in Pennsylvania and won’t be back until his first day of class. I’ve requested most of his textbooks from OhioLink, but I still need to run over and pick up his math book for him (which I am only doing because if we wait until he comes back, there’s less chance of getting it used). JM hasn’t even mentioned this semester. I worry about that. I worry that he’s just not ready for school at all and he absolutely HAS to do well this semester.

Actually, the worry isn’t so much that he’s not ready. I’m worried that he’s bothered about not being ready. It’s perfectly ok that he’s not ready, but he doesn’t realize that. I wouldn’t care if he opted to take a semester or two off, experienced life a little bit more, worked a few more unpleasant jobs to rule out what he doesn’t want to do. But he’s surrounded by friends who do seem to know what they want. And I think it’s frustrating and more than a little scary for him. He’s driven by this need to keep trying school, even though the classes he registers for aren’t interesting to him in the least.

There is a slight chance that this semester might be different. One of his classes is related to one of the areas he has expressed interest in before. So, I’m crossing my fingers and hoping for the best. Because it’s not a whole lot easier for me to see him stressing out than it is for him to be the one stressing out.

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