Fruits of My Labor, Gone

I’m actually enjoying my three day weekend. We’re getting stuff done, taking Christmas decor to the storage unit, retrieved boxes for me to pack next week. This month is just flying by. My eye has been twitching for six days. I’ve been stressed about a lot of things. Moving is always stressful and to be honest, I’m a little embarrassed to be telling my friends and especially my Dad, that my address is changing. I suppose they don’t need that information unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’m also stressed because I keep having things shipped/mailed to Mum’s flat but everything keeps getting forwarded back so I have to handle that but of course today is a holiday and the post office is closed. I have thee absolute worst gas right now. It’s painful and moves around a lot. 

I’ve already noticed that Mum couldn’t make it three weeks without a sip of alcohol. It makes me sad but there’s nothing that I can do. I just really hope she doesn’t go overboard because I will straight up leave and take my daughter with me. I haven’t burned the bridge at Mark’s house so there’s always a place to go and wait for her to cool off. 

I received a few W-2s in the mail and entered them into the system… I’m excited for my tax return this year. I’m going to save some in the account I opened three months ago… I opened a bunch of bank accounts in November with the intent of having five accounts to manage my money instead of just one. I haven’t put any money into any of these accounts because all of my money is tied up in cash advances, STILL. Pay day used to be such an exciting experience, handling the money that I worked so hard for but my drunken-self from the past has robbed my present-self from enjoying the fruits of my labor. I really sucked.