Trying to find solace
Even though I started my day with Abby #1 in my arms and a big squeeze hug from Jake, I came home to the Bean puking up her kibbles because of the pesticide they sprayed in the apartment. Work was nonstop phone calls till I finally had to get up and walk away from the desk in the late afternoon – so I thought I would take the Bean out for fresh air, stop by the LaLa, and clear my mind.
Instead K had to pull me aside and tell me how when he first met me I was so negative on the house and he got me to think positively about it. I just looked at him – I don’t know what the hell you are talking about I told him. And then he proceeded to tell me he had tapes he wanted me to listen to which would help me get in control. I just laughed – really now? – control? – as if I can control the process of this house.
I just told him we’d “chat” later – because I had more work waiting for me at home. And then I walked into one of my positive stories down 17% – oh joy.