I HATE MAY!

May 1st, a time of new beginnings or otherwise known as a time of extreme stress. I don't make near enough money at my job, even though I earn way more than minimum wage. I am daily informed of this by people and the bank, that I need to find a job that makes way more money. However, none of them seem to stop and realize that I chase a toddler around during the day and work during the night. Therefore, finding a high-paying, 9-5 job is impossible. I can give up the few day-time hours to hand my child over to daycare which may or may not instill values into him that I wouldn't approve of and I can also hand over the increase in salary to the daycare. In the end, I get screwed while the people surrounding me are happy. Arg!

To make may issues worse, I will soon be looking for a roof over my head as the current house we live in is now sold. I HATE moving, with a passion. Trying to find a place that is big enough and cheap enough is impossible and as the limited time ticks away, panic is setting in. To the people who make the housing market impossible to break into .... fuck you!