Tuesday

Things in the igloo are going. That is all I can say. Penguin has filled out a boat load of applications and we are kinda in a holding pattern. I try so hard not to show my frustration, and the harder I try not to show it, the more it comes out. I don't know what is wrong with me, and I feel terrible that Penguin always seems to bear the brunt of it. I wish I could find a magic genie lamp somewhere and poof make things better, but I can't and it frustrates me that I have no control over this. I just pray to God that things get better before I make them worse. It's going to be kinda crazy for me for a while until he finds a job. I feel the need to work to make sure that all the bills can continue to be paid and we will still have extra to grocery shop. If you talk to me on the phone or in person and I seem kinda short with you, I am apologizing now. I don't mean to be, and yes, I will be OK. I am just stressed. Sorry that I try so hard to keep things to myself and yet it comes out of me like I have diarrhea of the mouth. Hope all is well wherever you are.