It appears that we sort of have a plan for job scenarios. Whatever happens is supposed to be what happens so I will stop fretting about it. I know that I'm not going to be given any more than I can handle, but sometimes I doubt my own strength.
I just want to feel better. Especially physically. Every little thing is so incredibly exhausting.
I just want to have my degree already.
I just want my baby to grow up with her mother and father able to be in her life more than my mom could. She tried so hard, but always had to work so hard when I was little.
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