Good times

I suck at this, apparently. My vacation came and went. It wasn't long enough and I had serious trouble going back to work. Last week Miles went back to school, which was sad and happy. Happy because I feel good knowing he is at school and learning and I am not entirely abandoning him by going to work everyday. Sad because I just can't believe he is in second grade. Parenthood is such a double-edged sword. You can't wait for your kids to grow up and get older, and then when they do you are devastated by it and wish for that time back. I love that he is older and I can talk to him about things and he will understand them. I love that he reads now so I don't have to explain everything to him. But, I miss when he used to pronounce things wrong like "tik top" instead of "tiptoe". I wanted another one, but I really don't think that is going to happen at this point. Too much time has passed and I am in a bad place with hating my job and having no money. I guess I should have done it before everything dried up, but I suppose it wasn't meant to be.

My stomach hurts. Between that and headaches, I feel like crap often. I just want to run away sometimes, but that stuff would come with me.

Off to complain.