Super duper fail...

Well bloggers, you have to hand it to me... When I fail, I fail with a collossal damn. My house failed inspection. There were no batteries in the smoke detectors, a fact I had neglected to notice because I took it for granted that they would be working, after all the carbon monoxide detector worked... The garbage disposal, which I have been calling them about repeatedly, still didnt work. The garage door doesnt open and close properly. I knew it was wonky but uhm, I have no car so it wasnt a priority. Window in the dining room doesnt stay open, if i had been a window person I would have noticed this. They want a carbon monoxide detector upstairs, no biggie. The funniest was that after they told me they were under no obligation to provide a stove they told section eight that they were providing it. Well, I think we both know that my stove is old and pretty much a big gold paperweight... It took seven bours to bake a chicken... Called them about the smoke detector that was missing from my girls room. There are wires hanging from the ceiling because they never put the thing on. I tried standing in a chair to reach it and I'm still about two feet to short, thats how tal the ceilings upstairs are. So now instead of section eight covering ninty percent of Septembers rent, I have to cover all of it and I STILL cant set up my furniture. Like I said, when I fail at something I really fail. I have read what everyone said and the encouraging words and I appreciate them but my faith in what I did being the right decision was already fragile and now its broken. I heard someone say once how many times must i break before I shatter... I dont have much glue that can repair faith left. Home depot doesnt sell faith restore... I definately know that i was wrong in uprooting my kids. New chances or not, this move was a bad idea... What the hell have i done???

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Fail...

Sometimes every now and then in the past, I felt like no matter what I did for my kids, it was never enough. I felt like I would just miss the bar that said I did a good job as a parent that day. Now more than ever these past few weeks, Ive felt like that bar is getting farther and farther away and no matter what i do to try and reach it, it just keeps getting further out. I think moving here was a bad idea. Nothing is really going my way. I have only been able to cook three full meals in as many weeks and job hunting is hard when you have to walk a mile to the closest bus stop. I think I made a huge mistake. In my effort to get my kids room to grow I stunted them horribly but bringing them someplace not even i can survive. What do I do? Im lost and dont think I can find my way out of the hole this time...

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So why do I love my phone??

Because it has a blogger app!! I am really and truely starting to love this phone for everything it is. I may not have internet on my computer, but I have blogger, fscebook, and now google has decided it wants me to be a twit, so I have a twitter! For those of you that have twitter and use it, you can look me up under Claudette L. Wilson. My whole name wouldnt fit so 8 went with just the maiden. So okay, this is going to be short because my fingers hurt and I think next time I am going to try to use the talk feature on my phone. Back to writing on my story! Talk to you all soon!

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