Aggravation

When Emeline is particularly upset, especially if I am the cause, she will smack her forehead and say "Oh my gosh!"

I am frustrated that she is not emotionally ready for daycare or babysitting. Or physically, since potty training is progressing slowly. The truth is, no one but me could tolerate her all day. So, here's praying, searching, and hoping for a job with evening and weekend hours.

It would be nice to work and save money to take some courses at a school that I've been eying for some time. This waiting game does not amuse me.

Still, we have what we need and many people cannot say that. We have a home, a car, and Gene has a job with a good future and accessible ways to advance. We're healthy and we're making new friends all the time, and we don't worry too much about crime where we live.

I really can't ask for more, can I? Well, aside from my first impulse to ask for everything I want all at once.