I am sorry its been a few days since I have written...for starters, things at work fell apart for me on Wednesday and I have been so busy that I am lucky if I get my 10 minute breaks I am supposed to take.
I guess the stress is getting to me...I am not sure though. This is what my mother-in-law told me, when at 11:30 lat night, I woke up and vomited for an hour. I didnt have a fever. I dont know. I was asleep and my heart started racing and I got really hot. I thought I was having a heart attack honestly. Then my stomach felt sick, and the next thing I know, I am talking to the porcelain god for about an hour. Once I was finished, I felt fine. My stomach was sore and I was worried I hurt Lucas, but I was fine. I laid back down and was almost asleep when Jeremys throat closed up and he started choking. Needless to say, last night was a sleepless one.
Between work and home, it is pretty stressful. There are some things going on here at work that I am unsure about. But I guess I shouldnt waste my time blogging about it. I will just say, for the record, that Wendys was not a career choice for me. It was a life choice. I worked there so that I could help my parents keep the house and put food on the table. That was the main goal. I nearly worked myself to death doing that and being in High School. I never got to be a teenager that hung out with friends and just had a good time. I had a mortgage and electric and groceries to worry about. I dont talk about it because I'll be damned before I will have someone pity me. Don't pity me. Pity the people who make me feel like I am dirt because I spent 4 years of my life working in a grease pit and going to school. I didnt choose that fate, it was handed to me and I had to make do with what I was given...it was not a stumbling block, it was a stepping stone. I learned to climb on top and take a good look at where I was going and which way I needed to be going. But those four years were probably the best years of my life, honestly. I fought for what I believed in. I had confidence. I guess I still I have all of that. Maybe the fire just dimmed a little over the last few years I dont know.
Lucas moves alot. But more on a schedule. Hes a night owl. Hes more likely to be turning cart wheels at midnight than noon. Its crazy! I am starting to get a little anxious about having him, but I know everything will be fine...I have 11 weeks to go!
2 comments:
Well, I'm glad that you're still ALIVE! I was wondering if you had that baby or something. Has Trish left yet? Are they hiring another person? Update me!
Well what doesn't hurt you only makes you stronger. Almost everyone works at a fast food place when they are in High School. It makes you a stronger person working there with other things going on in your life other than "what am I going to wear to school tomorrow".
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