I am at the end of my rope. I just need to have a bitch session with myself here on the old blog. I am counting on all of my loyal readers to leave me an uplifting response in hopes I will snap out of it. It all started in July when the housing market crashed and we decided we couldn't move to our new house that was built in Fulton Ranch. It was my dream house. 6 bedrooms, den, basement, 7 bathrooms, big kitchen and the list goes on. We lost 32k on the deal. When we backed out and signed the paper work saying we were walking away the paper work actually said that they would be donating our losses to a charity. Okay, I'm charity. So anyways most of you probably didn't even know we were going to move that is why I tried to not show my tears when it blew up. Marc and I decided okay who needs a house that big. Let's stay put and do some remodeling to our house. We met with interior designers, contractor, flooring over about a 2 month period. Got ready to go for it and we found out the credit line on our house has been pulled because of the decline in the market. SLAM in the face once again. Some other things have back fired too, but I gotta keep some things personal. I am feeling defeated! I feel depressed. I have a great life but still feel so down. Why does that happen? Do I expect too much? I feel like there is not enough of me to go around. I feel like a robot. I get up make breakfast, pack lunches, take kids to school, hang with Lilly, do errands, pick kids up from school, take kids to activities, make dinner,pick up kids the last kid up from activities at 7:45 at night. Come home, eat dinner, do homework, then go to bed. Repeat Monday-Friday. Who wants my life? Any takers? Oh, I almost forgot you get to love your husband a couple of times a week before you go to bed. I know that is a plus.