I'm very glad today is Friday. This morning was a drama-filled fiesta - J howled when it was time to turn the TV off, howled when we were in the car and I told him no, I wasn't going back into the house to get candy. (Candy! For breakfast? As if.) I don't understand the dramatics, especially since 1) he's not consistent with what he's dramatic over, and 2) he's dramatic over things that aren't new concepts to him. He knows we turn the TV off every morning to go to school, he knows I'm not going back to the house to get something unless it's vital (and he knows candy for breakfast does not fall in that vital category). It's not like this is something newly sprung upon him - they're things we've discussed numerous times. I was never overly dramatic as a child, and this just wears me out.
On the bright side, he was very good about not taking a toy to school (we found out the pre-K teacher doesn't allow that, and as he'll be starting pre-K in about a week and a half, I figured it was a good time to start getting used to that concept), and he was very good about drop-off. So those were pleasant surprises.
Work. Eh, work is work. I'm just hoping to make it through the day with a minimum of fuss and excitement. My mother always told me not to wish my life away, but sometimes it's hard not to wish that bits of it would pass just a tiny bit faster. But only if the parts you're wanting to fast-forward to could last proportionately longer, of course.
I'm contemplating ways to raise a little extra cash. I've applied for proofreading jobs. No guarantee that I'll get any or that I'll get a specific amount of work, but if I do, it could be $25-40 an hour. Hey, enough money for a tank of gas is nothing to sneeze at. I can sell my Bowflex. It was $1500 new if I remember correctly. Think I could get $500 for it used? I've had it for several years. I could sell my wedding dress. I'm not sure how much that would bring, but I don't need it. It's boxed up and hermetically sealed in the top of J's closet, and I'm not going to wear it again. Should I ever get remarried, I don't think I'll be doing the whole giant foofy dress/big church wedding/huge production thing, and I don't have a daughter to pass it on to. Yeah, I may have a granddaughter someday, but what are the odds she'll be short and fat like me, and would I really want to keep a dress for the next 30 or 40 years waiting for a theoretical granddaughter to be old enough to wear it? Um, no. I have pictures of it, I don't need to keep the actual dress. So that might bring in a few bucks. Take clothes to the resale shop, that might bring in the odd bit of cash here and there. They only pay once a month, but it's a nice surprise to get a little check in the mail. I wish I could find more time to devote to Pampered Chef - maybe that could bring in some money, but I can't ever seem to make time to really drum up business, and I suck at that anyway. Think, think, think.
Surely there's something good out there somewhere. I just have to hang on long enough to find it.