Mar 18, 2010
I worked my Wednesday dayshift and as a favor to my boss, went home, took a nap, and punched back in at 10pm and worked til 5am. Believe it or not, it did me good mental health wise. I still got it. My work ethic. That is the one thing that never leaves me. Come hell or high water, my ass goes to work. That is something I have always been rather proud of. Plus I spoke with my boss about going back to the graveyard shift. I had started there doing that, and I preferred it than, and I think I might now. So this week I am testing the waters with a new schedule. The money is better and the clientele on late night is a bit more fun. Plus I am getting home at my favorite time of day, the early am. We shall see. I believe that hard work has to pay off at some point. I am setting a good example for my son. J knows I have always worked. Hopefully it will rub off. This is the first year he has not had a little part time gig. He has mommy. I am trying to show him that I can be dependable and that he can count on me. My brother being around has helped out actually more than I thought. They go to the movies together and do "guy" stuff. My brother and I are getting close again like we used to be. That brings me comfort. I am learning not to be evil and compromise, and he is being very considerate and helpful. We both know the deal with our mother. Scott told me straight up that I am the only family he has on this planet, except for his nephew, Baggy Pants. He tells me he loves me and hugs and kisses me. He lets me grieve in my own way; for my late husband and my dog. He lets me be. I do believe he loves me unconditionally. I practically raised him.. I am 11 years older than him. We have some great memories together. We can laugh and cry together. We are also growing together. So one day at a time is the mode I am in. I am dead tired and beat, but I do feel accomplished. I also know I have a brother that loves me. I will rest peacefully today... Peace...
Posted by Lori