Tomorrow will be better, maybe?

I received this lovely ornament from Donna yesterday. The little tags are hand stamped with the words "Joy" and "Peace" and the crystals catch the light beautifully.

There is not much "Joy" and "Peace" around here lately. More appropriate would be "Grumpy" and "Unsettled." Yesterday was a trying day because Matt told me the news that our new property manager is coming by next Monday to assess our apartment before they draw up a new lease for the year. Of course the place is a pigsty, our vacuum just broke, and I'm completely booked with Nutcracker every day this week. If they raise our rent there is no feasible way that we can continue to live here, which means trying to find a new apartment in two weeks and packing during Christmas, two things that I do not want to do. I'm happy here. I feel settled. And I certainly don't feel like moving, that's for sure.

I chatted with my mom last night, and she said, you know tomorrow is always better. Well it WASN'T!

Today I wake up to look at my checking balance to see that in the craziness of Nutcracker I have seriously overdrafted my account. And I have fees. I've never gone over this badly before, I'm so mad at myself. This goes to show that I REALLY should use a ledger to consistently keep track of things. I had to drain over half of our meager savings to cover my mistake, and a $150 dollar check for my student loans that hasn't gone through yet, and grocery money as our fridge was completely bare as of this morning. Even suckier is that I know that Matt was counting on some of that money for Christmas presents for me, so my mistake will literally make my Christmas crappier. Go me.

My hub came home today and said "Let's have dinner at the table." I cooked Sister Diane's spaghetti carbonara recipe while Matt cleared the table off. We chatted and did dishes, and afterwards and Matt proclaimed that this would be the routine for now and ever more. I just hugged him with happiness at the thought of doing this every day. We've both been in such a slump lately. Last year we were really great about having dinner at the table instead of in front of the tv, no matter how late I got home from work, and it just hasn't happened this year. It's amazing how a little spaghetti and dishwashing with your greatest love can be so therapeutic.

So here's to *maybe* a better tomorrow. Dinner certainly soothed me a little, but I'm still worried about what's going to happen with our living situation. I need some happy vibes to ease my poor brain right now. I think I'm going to rub some lavendar oil on my temples and go to bed!