Rainy days and Mondays, and all that jazz

I ain't complainin' but I'm tired so I'm just sayin' what I think. -- Martina McBride

I try stay positive in my blog posts. Personally, I don't want to read someone else's drivel and I want this to be something y'all enjoy reading. But realistically, I am an unemployed single mother..and it's almost Christmas. Some days it's hard to keep my chin up. Today is one of those days.

It's raining. That doesn't help. I slept late. That doesn't help, either. It felt great, but I woke up wishing I had somewhere to be. More precisely, I woke up wishing I had a job to go to. It's 3 p.m. and I just got out of the shower. (I do want it to be known this is the exception rather than the rule.)

I dunno. I used to think that I wanted to marry rich so I could stay home all day and write my little stories and maybe become a best selling author. I didn't marry, I sure ain't rich, and excepting this blog and a few freelance stories, I haven't written much of anything. But my needs are met. I have enough to pay the bills. I don't have to ask for help very much. We have plenty to eat and share. I really don't have anything to complain about. I am blessed. I know I am. But I still can't shake this funk. It's more than money. Maybe I'm just bored.

I miss feeling important. I miss feeling some sense of accomplishment. I miss my friends and coworkers. I miss that sense of fraternity you have in a group of people who spend 3/4 of their lives together. And here I used to think the work I did did not matter. Perhaps it mattered to me more than I thought.

Okay. Pity party over. I have to go accomplish some laundry. If we run out of clean unmentionables, the work I don't do will very much matter!