So maybe this isn't the most flattering picture of me ever taken, but I had to prove my point.
I cannot begin to describe the complete 540 degree turn (that's one and a half turns) my mood has taken since entering the Atlantic City Airport yesterday.
The Atlantic City International Airport has 1 terminal.
1 entrance for both Arrivals and Departures.
1 Hudson News kiosk.
1 Sam Adams bar.
1 Thrashers fried food extravaganza.
Lots of golfers.
The taste of stale fries wafting through the air.
And a LOT of delayed flights.
Today consists of:
Lots of catching up for Anchor Rising planning.
One child that will not nap, but loves to scream, bite, scratch, and hit.
Setting up 2 job interviews for this week - and sacrificing work hours for them.
The struggle to be content with where I am and what I'm doing.
The realization that I'm done-zo with the childcare field.
What a huge blessing it has been for the past year and a half, but I think the season has ended. At least, my willingness to endure the season has ended. Pray for these interviews this week. Pray I find a kind soul that will let me replace my current smorgasbord of part time jobs with a full time one, knowing that i'm leaving the country for a few weeks over the summer. Pray for sanity and patience and motivation and wisdom and stamina. Do I ask too much?
I don't think so - this face is too unflattering to keep this up much longer.