Warrior At Life

It's not easy saying goodbye.  No matter if someone died, is moving or leaving a job.  It's just so hard.  Today is my coworker, Lorraine's,  last day at work.  We worked together 2 nights a week for the past few months and we really got to know each other (she even has a list with my kids names...she's the only one there that Mark has actually talked to).  Last night was our last shift together. I'll admit, I got teary eyed.  I cried a little.  I'm gonna miss her like crazy!  At my job, we are all a  family.  Truly, an amazing family that goes above and beyond for each other.  We take care of each other, and we always know if we need, our shift is always covered if we need it to be.  Lorraine only worked nights, but once she even covered a day shift.  If you know Lorraine, you know that's an amazing thing. I loved hearing her stories from when she lived out west.  We'd talk about movies, and music. ...

Another  day, another dollar.  I love my job.  I mean, I really LOVE my job.  Never in a million years did I think I'd go back  to work.  I love being at home...it's what I was called to do.  But an opportunity literally fell on my front porch. I live next door to a Dollar Tree.  I know, a very dangerous store HAHA.  I was there all the time, got to know those who worked there and formed relationships with the girls.  It really was a pleasure every time I went. One day Nikki came over asking if Bob was interested in a once a week, 4 hour shift.  It entailed unloading the delivery truck and putting out what was put on the floor (paper products and drinks).  He said no...being retired from the union, he just can't go out to work.  So my face lit up and, with his blessing, took the job. I did truck for a few months, and I loved having a few extra bucks in my pocket every 2 weeks.  Then I wa...

Big changes are coming for Mark.  We sadly found out, a few weeks ago, that his therapist (who he's been seeing for the last 3-4 years) is leaving the office and moving out of state.  He is so upset (and so am I). Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset at her.  I'm upset at the situation.  He doesn't adapt well to change.  He doesn't want a new therapist.  He doesn't do well when the structure of things change. As a boy on the autism spectrum, with sensory processing disorder, anxiety and selective mutism, change is devastating!  When he meets new people, he shuts down and doesn't talk.  Sometimes you can read his facial expressions, but not all the time.  Take my coworkers.  The store has been there for years.  I've worked there for over a year and a half, some of my coworkers much longer than that.  Does he know them?  Yes.  He sees them on a daily basis.  Does he talk to them?  No way, but he smiles when t...

I can't believe that 4 years have passed since I've blogged.  I'm a terrible blogger, that's for sure.  I'm more of a paper and pencil type of journal girl, but I have a new computer so I figured I'd give it another go. So here we are, May 13th, 2020.  We are in the midst of a worldwide pandemic, being attacked by the Coronavirus, known also as Covid-19.  We are prisoners in our homes.  When going to a store we need to wear masks.  I need to wear a mask at work and now I am not allowed to pull it down when in the store at all.  We practice social distancing of 6 feet apart.  We are not around people we don't live with.  Beaches are closed, non-essential businesses are closed.  Restaurants that are open can only do pickup or delivery.  It's just a strange new world.  I don't see it ending any time soon because a lot of people are not following the rules and guidelines. The kids are good.  Matt is going to be 21 and is s...