Throwing a pity party, who's coming?

Sooooo we had plans to go to New York at the end of this month, but once again Mitch's work screwed him over. They approved his leave so we bought plane tickets and then they decided that they didn't want him to leave after all. Well perfect. Now we aren't going and everyone is sad. Thanks, Navy.

The baby is walking around holding onto things. Eden is reading like a champ. My kids make me so proud. Mitch's work schedule is so sucky. At this point I would almost rather have the previous sucky work schedule that he had in New York.

I can't wait to leave this house. The only thing I do like is the land we have around it. Eden loves it and is able to play outside all the time. It's so small and thinking about people staying here with us, even though I want to see them makes me want to have a claustrophobic anxiety attack. I'll have to get over it I guess.

I hate cooking. I would be content with soup and sandwiches probably forever. Darn my want to expose my family to all good things in life, including a healthy variety of foods. I actually kind of like baking, but feel guilty eating what I make.

I'm going to interview some babysitters next week or this weekend. I'm so hesitant to let anyone I don't know watch my babies. Seriously though, I haven't hung out with just Mitch since before the baby was born (8 months ago) and I haven't even made any friends that I can hang or go out with here yet. So lame.

I have about 14,000 other complaints, but I think I'll stop here tonight. Yes, I do know that I have a lot to be thankful for, and I am. It's just hard right now to feel legitimately happy right this second.