Dear Tyler,
Hi my sweet son! How are you doing on this Thursday afternoon? Mom is alright but today has just been an off day for me. I have been awake since 6 am and I have been tired all day long. Mark and Mom were supposed to go sit by the pool all day and enjoy the sunshine. Mark vacuumed and skimmed the pool while I was working on my box business and by the time he was finished it was 12 noon and he had an interview. After that, the clouds rolled in and it started to rain not long after. It is not raining anymore but the sky is all cloudy. Mark is in his office and Mom is finishing things up in mine before it is time to go downstairs and cook dinner. Meme and Bob are having dinner right now. They usually have it around 4:30 pm. They stay downstairs until we get down there and then they come upstairs until 7 pm when they take rocky out for the last time. They don't visit with us then either...they go out and then head right back upstairs until they decide it is time for them to go to bed. We feed the pups, take them for their walk, Mom makes dinner and then I do the clean up from ours and Meme's as she doesn't seem to think she needs to clean up after them. After that, we sit downstairs for a bit, watch a little tv and then we head upstairs around 8:30 pm. We get the pups settled and then Mom is either on the phone with Grandpa or we watch a bit more of tv and then call it a night ourselves. That is the usual routine for us during the week days and on the weekends it is fair game to whatever we want to do. This is Mark's last day before he goes back to work on Monday. I sure hope he is going to like it. I have my doubts though as I have heard him on the phone chatting to either friends or his brothers. I know that he will do the work so that there will be a paycheck but I have a feeling that he will only stay at this position for as long as he has to or until something else comes along. Mom is still crossing her fingers that something full time comes through for him and not just contract positions. These type of positions are less money and have no benefits at all for us for medical. He is still hoping for the job that he really wants. Mom is just hoping for something where he will be happy at. Stayed tuned for updates on this subject!
We have heard nothing from the mechanics about his vehicle. This is not okay. They were suppose to call with a quote on how much and we have heard nothing. He is going to have to call them tomorrow as it will be day 3 that they have had it. Mom just thinks that is strange! Who knows...it is probably just me and the way I am feeling about today. Mom had a subscriber cancel her subscription. It had nothing to do with my box...she needed to cancel all her boxes so she could save money. I was bummed out. I understand as I have had to do that before but I guess I took it personally. I am just starting out. I need more subscribers...not ones that are going to cancel! I did have a gal who was interested in the box as well but when she got to the checkout she said the shipping was too steep for her. I get that but Mom is using the cheapest rate right now. I can't help it and I am not in a position where I can cover some of the cost either.... this is so frustrating to me. I could be completely sold out now but I am not. Guess today is just not my day at all.
Mom has to go now and cook dinner for us and feed the pups. It is that time of the evening. It is after 5 pm and the pups are going nuts! Mom has had a candle burning for you all day and I will have the warmer going downstairs for you as well. Have fun while I sleep and come visit me in my dreams if you can. I miss you so dang much. My heart hurts all the time. I love you to the moon and back and all the way around the world. You are my hero and the wind beneath my wings. Forever you live inside my heart, mind, body and soul. I will be back tomorrow with another letter to you. Smile for me tonight when I whisper to you and I will smile back. Until tomorrow comes...good night and sweet dreams.
Always, Mommy xoxoxo. Muah 💓
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