it looks like there is a good possibility that wallace has found himself a job.
i know i've been stressed out lately, trying to help him with negotiations and looking for ways to help him balance the work load he's taken on recently. but, i'll be so thankful to have things calm the fuck down already.
i've been wishing a little too much for the quiet and mundane to make it back into our lives.
i'm lucky to have someone who cares enough about what i want to help me accomplish it. i'm even more glad that i've been able to do what i've chosen to do. and, wallace does everything that he can to allow it to happen.
wallace's birthday is this saturday. and i'm trying to think of something nice to do for him. he'll be 29 years old. and, i'm so much better off in my life having known him. this will be the 8th birthday i've spent with him. and, i barely remember my life without him.
and for as much as i seem to enjoy bitching and whining about it, i really enjoy my life. i'm so happy for where i am, and what i'm doing. and, i'm lucky to have the people i chose to share myself with, as well... my friends and family, who are mostly one in the same to me. i have a very happy life.
i got suckered into doing childcare for a psycho and his psycho daughter... if that isn't bad enough, he's a bible-toting jesus-spewing spare the rod, spoil the child quietly scary kind of psycho.
i had orginally agreed to provide childcare for 4 weeks. as of yesterday, it was down to one week. and now, with still two more days to go -- i fear i won't survive to see friday afternoon. (of course, i'm being a bit facetious here. but, i can feel my own mental health slipping moment to moment.)
everyone repeat this with me loudly:
lara, you will not agree to doing childcare from this moment forward.
lara, no matter how many times you think that good karma will come back to you eventually from prostituting yourself in the home childcare racket -- forget it. your own well-being is more important.
lara, concentrate on the good you are doing your own daughter, because you can not and will not save anyone else's children.
lara, you know better than continuing to be a caseworker for the mentally deranged parents who need childcare in the greater metro atlanta area.
if you realize that i am forgetting any one of these proclamations, i beg you to come find me, or find someone else who can, and slap me at least twice upside my head.
i'm being just slightly melodramatic here. but that last statement up there seems to ring true to me. i said it to my mother on the phone the other night, and the more i think about it, the closer to the truth it seems to be.
in other, much better news, my dear sweet friend, maura is back from her worldly travels and is in atlanta for the time being, anyway. although, i will have to wait until the weekend to see her. i'm excited to hear all of her stories, and i have to try to think hard if there are any stories i have to tell. but, she just moved into a new place (a house too, with roomates). and, i can't wait to see what it looks like.
also, after whining on livejournal about not being able to make friends, i might have made one, or at least have a potential one now. (hi feywords! i meant to write to you before now, but i didn't. and i have no good excuse. please forgive me.)
and darn it, i still haven't met firelegend -- don't give up on me yet, dear.
i've been reading with a lot of dedication, although a bit slowly. (i'm about a quarter through house of leaves. some of the slowness is my own, and some is the way the book needs to be read.) and, i'm terrified that i've got an unreasonable expectation for the book. but, i like the potential so far. i'm still in the wait and see attitude.
i've also been trying to work with wallace and decide what we want to do with our lives. in that also we're both of the wait and see attitude, mostly.
i'm not good at waiting.
i've said that before today.
i think i will go take a nap, so i won't have to worry about any of these things -- at least for a little while. maybe.