I am determined that this weekend is going to be good. I have to work tomorrow afternoon, which means we won’t be in each other’s faces the whole weekend. The weather is improving. Sunday is supposed to be good and I’d like to go for a picnic.
I’m also holding thumbs that a job comes up for my husband soon. He needs something to bring focus to his life. I’m worried what it will do to him if something doesn’t come up for him soon. I can’t handle things getting any worse. Especially not when its only a month til my parents get here.
Here’s to hoping that things get better.