October 15, 2016

Amelia got into day care. She'll start once I get the certificate from MountainHeart. Then she'll go to Cookies-N-Milk DayCare. I'm pretty excited to get her to start going. She'll have friends and would be able to be happier. She wouldn't have so many issues. Maybe there will be less screaming and crying all the time. Maybe she'll be a little better with sleeping too. They have nap time at 1, and she won't have me or boob to help her sleep. She'll have to learn to sleep without me. Maybe, I could even get her to sleep in her crib. That would be a dream come true. Have a bed to myself again. It'd be easier for Erik to stay over, as well. I wouldn't have to sleep in between two human heaters.
Erik, Amelia, and I were supposed to go to a Renaissance Festival in Shepherdstown today. Erik got his shift covered so that we could go. Then they ended up just changing his shift to earlier in the day. It still makes us miss the festival, though.  Though, apparently, I need to get out of the house for awhile, with Mia, so that Mom and Dad can do some cleaning. Maybe we'll still go to the festival or find something else to do. I'm sure the park would be nice. Maybe I can talk Auntie Piggy into doing something with us today. Wishful thinking, right?
Two issues coming up in November. My grandmother's boyfriend passed away, and I would like to go to his celebration of life party, but Mom and Dad leave for their 2 week trip the same day I would leave. Maybe Michaila will stay and take care of the dogs. Hahahaha. Right? Second thing is Black Friday. Got a day care so that I wouldn't have to miss work while my parents are gone. Turns out though, that the daycare is closed that day. Now, I'm back to square one. Not sure what to do. Thinking of asking some neighbors for help. or, you know, request off that day. I'll figure it out.
None of the jobs I've applied for have gotten back to me. Well, one did. They said they filled the position. The others haven't responded. I'm gonna guess I don't fit well enough for them. Mom thinks it's something in my resume. Dad thinks it's my facebook. Who really knows. But I need a better job for my princess. I need a better future for her. Mommy is trying, Amelia. I love you.