It's been a long day. A very long day.
It started off ok. I was tired, but what else is new. FireHusband and I went back to bed for a couple hours after he got home from work. It was great, I love cuddling. I was all warm and happy like.
We got up, and headed for Newport. We had to got to the bank and to the commissary to get some food. We stopped and had lunch at
Coddington Brew Pub. I love the food there! It's one of the things that I really miss about living on the island.
After lunch we went to the bank, and then to the commissary. I nearly backed into another person, but FireHusband, being the good Samaritan that he is and all, screamed "watch out!!" before I could actually run into her. Scared the crap outta me!!
If you've been following me for awhile, you know that I have GAD, sprinkled with a touch of agoraphobia. Not a good combination in the crowded grocery store. I was starting to feel an anxiety attack coming on. I just tried to push is into the back of my head, and tell myself that we'd be out of there soon.
We got our stuff and got out. And we're homeward bound! The ride home was uneventful, and I started to fall asleep...I don't know why I'm so tired all the time, but I'm thinking it has something to do with my depression/anxiety. Anywho...we go alittle different way home to see more flood damage. Now mind you, we live out in the middle of no where...in the woods...there's not alot of traffic on these roads. Well, this week is school break for RI schools. Hang with me here, I'm getting to the point. So we're driving, and then we see to little girls in their driveway, selling lemonade. We didn't see them in time to stop then, but we went up the road a bit, and turned around. I had a $1 bill and a bunch of change. I gave it to FireHusband, and off he went to get our lemonade. Well, I think we made their day. They were selling the lemonade for a quarter, and FireHusband gave them all the money that I had given him. As FireHusband is walking back to the car, the girls go running up the driveway to show their mom there newly acquired loot. That made us feel good.
We get home, put the food away, all is happy happy. We lay down and watch some TV before FireHusband heads out to his duty crew. Feels weird...first time I've been home, and not gone with him to make dinner and hang out. There's been alot of term-oil going on at the station, so we decided it was best that I stay home. I take a nap, and all is well.
FireHusband finally calls at about midnight...alittle before, I guess. They had been out on a run. Drunk rolled his car over. Now FireHusband and his counterparts are trying to get said person out of the car. Finally do, and said person gets belligerent. and starts swinging at FireHusband. Anyway, short story long, when I'm talking to FireHusband, he tells me that he no longer wants to be there, not tonight, not ever. He's had enough of people treating them like crap, and getting paid next to nothing. He said if the tax payers want to be up in arms and not support them, then screw it.
This of course sends me into a crying fit. Go figure. Anyway...I guess we're in a holding pattern at the moment, but if he does leave, he's going to start picking up as much overtime as possible at his full time job. We need the money....we're were starting to plan to look into the VA loan, and houses next month...I really hope we still can.
On a bright note, I love my job! I just need to get more hours, and more money,
Ok, so, yeah, it's 0347 here, and I have yet to be to sleep...I have to work at 1600. Time for some sleep.
Much Love!