Normally birthday's don't bother me but for some reason this one does... just a little.
I am now 36.
I am starting to realize that I am getting old. I'm closer to 40 now. Not sure how well I like this. Not only does it make me feel old but it makes my parents feel even older. Then I look back at pictures of when the boys were babies and realize... holy crap... they are 7 now. How did that happen? I don't like how fast my life is going. Time to slow down and enjoy life.
My job is NOT making me enjoy my life, it's making me dislike it. I really need to find a new job. One where I don't feel like a burden to my boss. I mean... I know that no job is prefect but there has got to be something better then this... something that makes me happier then this.
Plus, David has been a little brat lately. I don't even want to be around him most nights because he's so damn disrespectful and rude. We've got to nip that in the butt ASAP.
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