Here we are Wednesday again, the first and longest day of my work week.

Today I am stressing about some girlie problems, and just like a girl, I'm being dramatic about it. Blah!

Being at work today has made me more devoted than ever to be in saving/paying off my credit card mode. I need to get my credit card paid off so if I one day up at quit my job that makes me miserable, the husband and I won't starve. Not that we would, but I love cable and I love it when our apartment is cold in the summer, and I love lights and clean clothes and dishes. Although husband did get a tiny raise, it won't make much difference but every little bit helps.

This next week I think I am going to keep praying that God will show me what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. Because I honestly don't know.

When I was little I wanted to be all kinds of things when I grew up just like all kids do. But as I got older I grew attached to the idea of being a housewife and a mother. Now that I'm "grown up" I love the days that I'm a true housewife, being home when the husband gets home, grocery shopping, walking the dog, doing chores, watching Oprah or my recorded shows. It's just nice to make my list of things to do and buy and do it. I enjoy my time alone being productive. I love having a clean apartment, I love having a home cooked, not microwaved, dinner for my husband when he gets home. That is what makes me the happiest. But that isn't practical, we could do so many more things and help more people if I work and bring home a paycheck. We could finally buy a house and make investments for our future, travel, get seats at the magic game where you can actually read the numbers on the jerseys. But what to do... I hate what I'm doing, mostly because I'm so bored. I thought going back to preschool would be good, but now I don't know. I just need direction. Any sign pointing somewhere would be great.