Just Call Me Nancy

Ok, so I'm definitely not all about ruining someones day but I feel like if you read the rest of this post that is exactly what will happen, so *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*.

I am not naturally a sad, depressed, angry, bitter, desperate for change type of person. However, that is exactly what I have become in the last year and a half at my current job. Things were really rough from the beginning because of previous actions. I was completely naive, though, and thought that I would be the positive change this area needed. Boy was I wrong! I honestly feel like it does not matter how positive, encouraging and uplifting I was and still try to be for the people I work with, they are just naturally angry, cranky, down-trodden people!

I know that sounds horrible, but I am honestly at a loss right now. I have never let other peoples actions and attitudes affect me, maybe because I typically stay away from people who are negative, but with me being forced to deal with this kind of crazy EVERY FREAKING DAY I find myself acting more and more like them!

My poor family and friends have to deal with the overly emotional freak that I have become. Like, I cry just as much as one of my pregnant best friends. Like, we are having scheduled pity parties because we hate our lives. This CANNOT be NORMAL!

So basically I am ranting here for a couple of reasons... 1. my friends and family are tired of my sob story 2. I'm feeling super frustrated right now and just need to let it out and 3. I need prayers!

Now, please enjoy the following display of "ugly cries" that represent my life as of now...

You know you want to Google search "Ugly Cry" now!!

i'm back.

Life has been so crazy busy, I just had two seconds to sit down and realized that I have not blogged in like a month. A MONTH. How did that happen!?

Things have been so uber stressful with my job lately. I'm so not happy doing what I'm doing and I really feel like I should be doing other things BUT until those opportunities present themselves I have these little demonic things called bills that keep me locked up tight in this torture chamber called work. (And that was officially the longest sentence ever...my apologies.)

So, enough with the sad, depressing, makes me want to cry stuff.

In other news, in the last month my home was officially opened by DHS to allow me to foster kiddos! This still blows my mind, mostly because I'm a single 23 yr old girl that has no kids of my own, yet they trust me to love on these sweet babies. In the beginning I was only doing the classes and working to get my home opened to take in a sibling group in my community that had been split up. They have since returned home so I had decided to not take in any kids right now BUT I got a call about two weeks ago asking if I could take a sweet two week old baby boy. How can you say no to a gorgeous itty bitty?! Well, I couldn't, so now I'm "fomma" (my mothers creation.. foster + momma = fomma...don't ask) to the most cuddly, adorable, now three week old baby boy! I've had him for a week and a day and I can't even begin to explain how things have already changed for me, not just the obvious, but mentally and emotionally, things change so fast!

Keep this sweet baby and his bio family in your prayers, and remember me and my family also. It is so hard not to get attached, and I would be lying if I said this sweet little guy didn't already have me completely wrapped around his little finger!

We took Roxy and Baby Boy to the daffodil farm at Wye Mountain yesterday afternoon. Roxy loved it as usual (we have taken her every year for Easter pictures!) and Little Man was too sleepy to care. lol. (I would love to share pictures of him but since he is in DHS custody I can't post any. :( He's super cute though, you'll have to take my word for it!)