Taking chances

Wow, I don't even know where to start and not really sure I have the words to express this. But here goes nothing.


Through out life we are faced with millions of decisions to make, things to ponder, and chances to take. Not all decisions are good, not all the things we ponder are worth the time spent on them, and some of the chances we take were not the brightest of things to do. We've all been there. 'Do I make this career move, or that one?' Or may favorite worthless thing to ponder, and please try not to laugh too hard, why does the word towel look and sound SO weird? Hey, quit laughing. :p And some chances we take are painful. From stitches to broken bones and broken hearts.


I'd pretty much decided I was going to quit taking chances. Why bother with the pain some of them may cause? I'd dealt with it too much in the past to want to put up with it now or in the future. I have my kids to think about, not myself. All these thoughts went through my head as I wrestled with the decision on whether or not to take a chance. Well, I took a chance this weekend and wasn't really sure how things would turn out. I've been hurt a lot as far as taking chances goes, yes to stitches, no to broken bones, big fat yes to a broken heart. Not to mention thousands of bumps and bruises along the way. But I have this to say. MAN am I glad I took a chance on opening up to someone this weekend. Yup, still waaaay to early to tell where it will go but I am willing to take the chance to see what happens next. That gut feeling we all get right before we do something, you know the one, its either this was a good idea go for it feeling, or the oh I'm not so sure this was such a good idea sinking stomach feeling? Yeah, all weekend it was the this was a good idea go for it feeling, so I went with it. Ok, getting a little long here so I'll bring us to the moral of the story. Never give up on taking a chance. Listen to your gut and your heart when it comes to taking those chances, but don't QUIT. If you get the sinking stomach feeling, back pedal as fast as you can and take a good look at what you're about to do, and if you get that go for it feeling, then by all means, GO FOR IT. I am so glad I did.


Gabrielle

Work

So as you all know, the auto industry, especially for full size trucks, sucks right now. Since August 8th, we haven't built a single truck at the plant. Thankfully, they didn't show us the door and we still have jobs. You guys also know that I work a rotating schedule, 2 weeks days 2 weeks nights. Which kinda sucks. Ok it more than kinda sucks. They made an announcement yesterday that they are putting the night shift on hold till April. 1st shift will be from 6:30am to 3:15pm and 2nd shift will be from 8:30am to 5:15pm. So for the next 6 months I will actually be able to have a life outside of work. I have know idea what to do with myself and the almost normal work schedule. What's going to suck is going back to a rotating shift in April, but hey, I've done it for almost 3 years now, so it shouldn't be too bad.

Just to clear up a few things

I know I haven't posted anything in awhile, but I'm back on nights which means if I'm not sleeping, I'm getting the kids off the bus and then bookin' it to work. But there is a comment that was posted that kinda irked me a little so I wanted to clear things up.

That day last month that Logan didn't get off the bus was something that I do not wish to repeat, ever. And yes, I have used my imagination because I am blessed/cursed with a very active one, so I know worse things could have happened. But to clear the air, Logan didn't lie, he got confused. The boys had a doctor's appointment that morning, so their regular routine was screwed up. Mind you, the kids hadn't been in school for more than a month when this happened and this is Logan's first ever experience with anything like school. I couldn't afford the $300 a week to put him in day care and since I am the only income supporting these kids, I took advantage of the fact that Granny is here during the day.

Because the boys had that appointment that morning, obviously they couldn't ride the bus to school. I had to take them to school, sign them in, then walk them to their classrooms. I completely understand how Logan got confused and thought that I was also going to pick them up. I really don't appreciate the comment on how he lied so he wouldn't have to ride the bus. To him, riding the bus is FUN, why would he lie? And for cryin' out loud, the boy is 5, can we cut him a little slack here folks? The bottom line is the school officials f****d up. And if I hadn't been home on nights, Logan would have waited at the school until after 5 pm before anyone could have picked him up. And the school officials NEVER called to tell me Logan was in the office. I had to call them.