Count your blessings, right? Believe it or not, after the past four days’ events, I did see some twist of faith in all that occurred. Please enjoy my tail of a single mom.
Sunday morning, it was a beautiful day. Sun was shining, birds were cheeping, which was great because we had a full day ahead of us. There was just one problem – Morgan was running a 103.5 temp. Boo. Cancel most plans.
That night, I was up not once, not twice, but FIVE times with either Morgan or Shelby. How could this be? I have to go to work in the morning. AH!
Monday started off surprisingly perky. I got the kiddos to the sitter and made it to work on time. However, that awful feeling in the back of your throat when you begin to get sick started to creep in (please Lord don’t let me get sick).
As the day progressed, so did my fever. As it got higher and higher, my body began to tremble more and more. I left work early to go get some medicine, get the kids and head home.
When I left the work parking lot, I only made it about 5 minutes when my car is suddenly NOT accelerating! WHAT! I pull over suddenly (on the on ramp) and turn off the vehicle. I turn it back on and it works just fine. Phew!
I continue down the freeway and make it to the top of Capitol (northbound) and again, no acceleration! CRAP! I cruise to Hampton Ave, pull over and start to lose it. Even though it is 97 outside, I am okay with it as I am still freezing from the fever. I call a tow-truck….they said it would be 2 hours! TWO HOURS! Are you insane! I beg them (with tears) to come get me sooner and in 15 minutes they arrive.
Ernie Von Schledorn gives me a rental after I give them the third degree and I am on my way. I got to Walgreens and seriously nearly pass out when I got back to my car. I drive home, walk in the house and sit down on the couch. My feet and hands are tingly and I am now wearing a wool jacket to warm up (it is 75 in my house). I call my mom and pathetically tell her I cannot watch the girls tonight as I feel I may die. She keeps them. I feel the guilt from within…
Tuesday I wake up and feel about 50% better. I am quite late for work, but walk in with a smile on my face. We have a little going away luncheon for me – it was so nice.
Wednesday is my last day I work. I excitingly work through the day and cry when I get into my car. How sad as now the move is starting to sink in more and more. I get home, feed the kids, bathe them and wait for my sitter (parents, lol) to come over so I can shop for Shelby’s birthday party.
Just as I finish at the grocery store, it starts to thunder….VERY VERY LOUDLY. I look outside at the insane downpour. Well, its either now or never. I run to my car, load up the groceries, almost get hit by three shopping carts and hop in. I am soaked. I drive home, praying a tree doesn’t hit the rental.
And so are the days of my life. I have no car and no job. However, I know I am blessed. How often do you get the opportunity to drive in a tow truck that has no seatbelts
1 comment:
Wow, I bet you will be glad to be with Greg again. I am about to start the single mom routine myself. Wish me luck, you are doing a great job!!
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