I can't seem to keep myself happy these days. And I know that no one else can. It's tough being stuck in the house everyday. I have no job, no education, no skills. No passion, even. I used to be a bubbly ambitious girl and I feel like I don't even know who I am some days. My 5yo will be starting kindergarten in the fall and I would really REALLY like to find a job and put the 1yo in daycare. I need a life outside of these walls. I need something to conversate about besides the kids to my hubby. I need someone other than hubby to talk to. I need my own money. If I find a job, if there's money that does't immediately need to be put toward bills, I can start saving. I can save and go to school. I'm thinking about medical assiting. I can see myself doing that. I think it would be fulfilling. That's what I've been missing: a sense of accomplishment. I thought I'd be doing better by 25, but at least I'm starting to get an idea of where I could go.