Morning

It’s funny how much morning determines your day. One little thing foes just slightly wrong and you can’t recover for the rest of the day.

Today it was just that hubby and I were talking about his asberger’s, and he just tuned out all of a sudden. Walked away and went to the shower. He didn’t even understand when I was frustrated. I hate when he does that. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t mean to it makes me feel like I don’t matter. Or like he is mad but he won’t tell me.

Anyway so now I’m feeling all melancholy.

It doesn’t help that I have an interview today with a company that has very few reviews, but most are negative. I want regular hours so badly. It feels like I am never going to get them. It’s hard because I want so bad to just get something  don’t care if it’s dangerous, or awful. I am just so sick of where I am. It’s silly but I am just so frustrated with where I’m at, and I do not know how to get out.