My Fourth and More!

[MommaBacker]

I went into work at 11:00am. My mom had to leave Jefferson with one of my friends (last minute on the fourth...I owe her bigtime!). I left three four-ounce bottles and one two-ounce bottle of breastmilk and one six-ounce bottle of Similac ready-to-use (the only formula Jefferson has ever taken well).

Work was work, nothing terrible or special. The janitor threw my dog-walking flyers away and a huge thunderstorm took the electricity for about half an hour.

On the way home, Jefferson was crying something fierce because he was hungry. We pulled over at the pavilion by the community center so I could feed him. When he was full and happy, I stepped outside with him so he could see the surrounding fireworks and an amazing lightning show. That fifteen minutes was his first Fourth of July. He did enjoy it, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open.

 

 

Apparently, though, the soy formula doesn't settle with his stomach as well as the regular and he's been extremely gassy, the poor thing. I had to call in today because I somehow got behind on pumping and we have no money for back-up Similac (or Mylicon :( ...much less my cigarettes). I'll have to pump two hours after he falls asleep tonight and hope he doesn't wake up hungry too soon.

He did have a schedule but my hours went from 7am-4pm every day for two and a half weeks to as late as 2pm-11pm...but it varies so much that his sleep (and mine) is all thrown off. I'm actually only a temporary associate which is why I try so hard to make a good impression. I wonder if they notice. I still can't lift anything too heavy because of the c-section....which was always my strength at the workplace: my strength (and willingness to use it). All I can do is all I can do. After that, it's in God's hands.

I can't afford to miss this day, even with minimum wage up .45. I'm going to buy a car from my stepdad's brother on payday (Thursday). Until then, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do about getting to work. Neither does my mom. She's as broke as me and on "E". The only person in the house with any money is my stepdad and he's such a tightass I hate asking him for anything (I owe him $200) and my mom "owes him" over $200 for stuff like gas and groceries (BS, in my opinion). Excuse my language.

How I manage to keep smoking in rough times like this: a combination of the cheapest cigarettes imaginable, bumming off of people, and one sweet payday.

So that's pretty much my Fourth and my situation.