venting

Hubby is due back in a month. I mean, I think he's due back in a month. I haven't received a return date or anything yet and have no idea when a return date might be told to me. Hubby did tell me the other day on the phone that he won't be giving me any dates on an unsecure line (translated: all the lines I use to communicate with him are "unsecure" which means I will not be finding out the official date through Hubby).

So. I don't really know. I am preparing for his arrival during the end of February, though. And he damned well better show up then or I'll be one disappointed military wife.

This week, I decided that February is probably going to be the longest month of my life. Which, I realize is completely ironic since as we all know, February is in fact the SHORTEST month on the calendar.

I know I am sounding pretty pathetic today. Sorry about that, but...

I am having a bad week.

What qualifies my week as bad, you ask? First of all, I lost two earrings. Two earrings from two different pairs.. which is extremely devastating to me. Secondly, due to a special school week I've had disgustingly late nights & early mornings at work. And, last but not least, I found out my employer will not give me the money to fund my Masters Degree...

They won't fund it because I would be using the masters to "clear" my teaching certification -- which I totally understand -- I mean, why in the world would they want to fund a masters degree that would get a teacher the credentials to actually continue teaching? I mean, seriously.. what is the sense in that?

I hope you caught the sarcasm in that.

Okay, I'm finished venting.

Tonight, anyway... :)