Hell Week

So...let me begin with Monday of last week. This is how it goes: I wake up only to find that my left shoulder is hurting like it has never hurt before, now you my ask WHY? Well...I flipped an Explorer 2 yrs ago and broke my collar bone. Not good you see...I'm LEFT handed. Anyway...I called my boss and left a message saying that I would be a little late because I could not move my arm. So that day was shot. I got to work about 10:00am.

Tuesday: Went to doc. At 3:00 to get a 2nd opinion about shoulder surgery.

Wednesday: get up and already running a bit late, but get Vivien to school, traffic is not too bad for 7:00 getting on I30 East when all of a sudden I'm coming off the overhead bridge to get on this lovely HWY when my car decides to just stop. It just lost power and locked up I barely got off the bridge and out of the way. Of course I start crying and call my boss telling her that again I will be late because I'm sitting on the side of the road. Let me tell you I called my Dad (which is not my real dad, but the only man that I call dad now) and he told me to call Don Davis, so the car gets towed and I get to ride in the tow truck (yea!!) I finally get to work about 10:00am. The guy at ford says we will call you when we know something. Boy did he call and let me know something, something about $500 dollars worth. I was in shock, told him to just do what will ge the car running (which is "only" $328.00).

Thursday: let me see...got to work on time but had to go to get a CT scan at 3:00 for my shoulder (having surgery the 1st of the year)(yea me!!)

Friday: get to work about 7:30 and things I think are going to finally end Hell Week...they did alright...I got a call from my daughter's school and they told me that Vivien was in the office running 104 fever. I just thru up my hands and started to cry. Tell them "I'm on ly way" and I FLY out the door, letting my boss know on my way walking out. Get a hold of the Doc. and have a 11:30 apt. it is now 10:00, the doc. comes in and listens to her and tells me that she needs to do a breathing treatment in office and if that does not work then we have to go for a chest ex-ray because she think's Vivien has phonomia. (sp)
All I can say is OH MY GOD!!!!!
I need a VACATION

Money

Money...now I know tht money is not everything, but man do I wish sometimes that I had more of it. I was a hairdresser for 13 yrs., now mind you...not the hair/makeup artist that I wanted to be. Oh NO...I had to stay right here in Dallas/Ft.Worth and get married to my high school sweetheart when I was 20 (i'm now 33 and not married to him). So...my dream as a little girl was to be a hair/makeup artist for the STARS!!!, out in LA of course. I could have done it too...I have the personallity and drive, but not the BRAINS to go with my dreams, but to stay here and get married, and actually think that it would be the whole white picket fence and walk-in closet "fairy tale" that all little girls dream of. WELL...that my friend does not happen. Now I work for a company that builds appts. I don't get paid enough, but more than I was being a hairdresser around this town. One day...I will make that money that I can just buy my CARS that I wont and have everything for little Vivien. Hey...it's Wed. night and I still have yet to play that silly lottery that Texas has...maybe I should test my luck???

Single Mom's

Single mom's are really unique people. I don't think (until you are one) can really appricate what I am saying. I have been raising my daugther since she was 7-1/2 months old. My husband at the time (well that is a whole other story), let's just say I got rid of him. So...a new mom with now a house pmt., bills from credit cards (that he mostly charged), a baby, and NO job. Well...thank god I was a hairdresser before I got preg., so I just went back the shop that I was working for when I had to quick (really sick preg.). Ever try to cut or color hair and have to keep running to the bathroom...Not Fun!!!! Anyway...I am very blessed with a wonderful family that will help me out whenever I needed. I worked only 20 hrs. a week at first. I did not want to be away from Vivien. I had waited so long (29yrs old when I had her), that I hated to be away from her. Not to mention I nursed until she was 11 months old. The rewards of being a single mom are far greater than the hard times that might come. She is my whole world and I would not change it for the world. That old saying "that which does not kill us; makes us stonger". Well...I am proof of that.