Homesick and Rejected

I'm really missing Florida right now, or maybe just the feeling of having a life that didn't impede on someone else. Living with my parents is so challenging. My mom is very critical of everything and makes snotty comments here and there to get her points across. I feel like R and I have been pulling more than our weight around here by cooking, cleaning, having a garage sale, running errands, etc... Yet my mom never fails to micro manage every freaking little thing. I ignored it for a couple weeks and now it's really getting to me. She's very judgemental and feels that if people aren't doing things her way then they are doing them wrong. I don't eat enough fruits and vegetables or R needs to plant his garden at a certain time, the list goes on and on. I feel bad for R because it's mostly the kitchen and cooking that he catches heat from her about. He cooks awesome and his method is different than most, he piles dishes and cleans them when he's done. It was hard for me to get used to, but it's his way and who am I to judge, well she's underfoot loading the dishes into the dishwasher because she "can't stand having dishes piled in the sink" I've learned to pick my battles. I used to fault my father for being gone so much but I'm sure it's just because he can't stand to be around her. She's borderline rude making her opinions known and speaking her mind. I miss having a place of our own and doing things the way that works for us. It hits me at weird times that FL isn't our home anymore and that we are home. I just start randomly crying.

On another note I got a rejection letter from a school district today. I applied for a first grade position in the beginning of June and I didn't even get an interview. The job market is so bad here and they can been so picky about exactly who they want. They get over 500 applications for one job opening. I used to complain that I never heard anything from these jobs that I was applying for but now that I got a letter I think I like it better not getting anything. I think that was my first rejection. It was pretty disappointing. Up until now I think I was thinking in the back of my mind that I would get a job, either by luck or a connection, but now I'm thinking that maybe I'm going to be unemployed and that's scary. I thought I would be okay with it but after thinking about living here for months and months I'm really sweating not getting employment and moving on with our life.

I start class again on Monday so at least I'll have something to devote my time to in the evenings and at night. I wish that I had my own space in the house where I could sit and do my work away from everyone, alone. I start my second class on July 2, so then I'll be very busy! Which reminds me I need to order my books. Well I guess I'll do that now.