I got a letter from Elijah today in the mail. It was so sweet and he wrote it himself. It said:

Dear Mommie,

I Love you and we miss you!

Love

Elijah Destin and Jeremiah

Other than that today is turning out to be a pretty boring day. There’s nothing to do since the whole job thing is out the door. I talked to my boss and explained to her what’s going on and she told me someone else that worked there went through the same thing so for me to write a letter like I’m taking a leave and let her know when I can come back to work. At least I know I have a job somewhere after all this is over. And now I know that I’m not the only one experiencing this crap. I went to an orientation this morning for the “childcare/cash assistance” and a couple other girls were there too experiencing the same dilemma…having a job, but no childcare.

I hated sitting in there listening to how they will help us find employment and how we have to apply to 20 places a week…blah blah blah! I already have employment, I don’t need job search help, and I don’t need cash assistance! I just need childcare. I already did that job search crap.

It’s so stupid the way the government does things.

I also had another weird dream last night…

I was in the car with my mom and I remember telling her to lock her door. As she went to do so some psycho with a knife snatch my little sister out the car, my mom out and then he told me to get out (This was my car he was about to steal). I don’t know why I did what I did, but I started acting like I was scared and I buried my face in the seat while he held a knife at me. I discreetly reached into my purse and grabbed the knife my dad gave me quickly putting it to his neck and told him to get out my car before I splatter his blood all over the windshield. I took his little dinky pocket knife from him and eventually threw him out the car. I then kicked him repeatedly and got back in the car with my mom and sister and drove off. Oddly I was sitting in the passenger seat the whole time.

I wonder why I keep having these rather violent dreams?