Kendramama:
Fellow bloggers/ thinker/ masters of the satiric written word, I would
like to give you a glimpse into
the life of a wife and mother, one who
has overcome SO much yet in now sunk in a morass of myriad mid-holiday
muck. I am no the sole bread winner of our five- soon to be six, as
we just got the bombshell dropped that my sixteen year old stepdaughter
is with child. Tonydaddy has been out of steady work since April, with
the puny unemployment checks helping us, granted, stay one step about
actual poverty. Whooo-hoo, right?
Full post below.
Question: Kendra goes on to say below that she’s desperate for gainful employment. Can anyone help? Also, do you know people who are reaching the end of their lines in terms of financial solvency?
Okay,
now that I’ve grabbed my Robele and crackers that will go so well with
the whine I intend to decant, self-degrade while I draft and debrief.
See,
never was I an existentialist, per se, I just got so caught up in the
mundane, slogged down by exhaustion, that I can barely see past the next
alarm clock incessantly braying it’s 2:20 wake up metaphorical
prostrate exam.
Fellow bloggers/ thinkers/ masters of the satiric
written word, I would like to give you a glimpse into the life of a wife
and mother, one who has overcome SO much yet in now sunk in a morass of
myriad mid-holiday muck.
I am now the sole bread winner of our five-
soon to be six, as we just got the bombshell dropped that my sixteen
year old stepdaughter is with child. Tonydaddy has been out of steady
work since April, with the puny unemployment checks helping us, granted,
stay one step about actual poverty. Whooo-hoo, right?
Because of our
lack of affordability for child care, I opted for a motor carry route
sub-contracted though the Press. So every night without fail, I jump
into my extremely unreliable gas hog of a stn wagon, back on the frozen
dash and fervently pray the POS will start. We’ve figure about 60
percent odds.
When it doesn’t, a hood-popping, curse-flying,
cap/rotor removal and sanding operation ensues, with me standing around
feeling both sulky, helpless and irate.
Once enconsed in the
monster, I head over to the drop point, grab my bales, roll up the
morning’s edition, then fly through the LP route as quick as possible.
Rarely do I miss a paper- apparently attention to detail WAS one of
those things I put on job apps that happen to be true.
Sun comes up, I
come home, no bed for me though with a super-excited Jameson to cuddle,
feed, assist in ablutions, and then, by way of reward, cut loose to
play.
Next two hours: cleaning house, simultaneously stressing about just what we are going to do for Christmas.
Which matter more this time of year? Unpaid bills in red envelopes or a child’s sweet expectations?
Guys. I need another job DESPERATELY. I pick through the ads daily, cruise craigslist, ask churches. temp agencies…..
NADA.
No wonder so many people commit suicide during the holidays. The stress level is astronomical.
I’m applying for Toys for Tots, or perhaps Christmas for all- but what I REALLY need is secure, decent paying employment.
Any
one feel moved to whisper in some CEO’s ear? Tell ‘em about this hard
luck case who’s come so far; about a woman in her young 30’s who has
done everything from worked in metalworking/ body jewelry shops; served
her country in the form of a Combat Medic (91B), secondary MOS
Veterinary Tech (91T) in Washington DC for 3 years; shipping and online
coordination for a major health care concern, waitressing… at this
point, I’ll do anything . Within reason!
I feel about an inch tall
right now- it’s humiliating to have to ask for help. But I’ll feel ten
times more humiliated when we have nothing for Christamas, fall further
and further behind the bills. and eventually have to more in to
some shelter.
Okay, now that I’ve grabbed my Robele and crackers that will go so well with the whine I intend to decant, self-degrade while I draft and debrief.
See, never was I an existentialist, per se, I just got so caught up in the mundane, slogged down by exhaustion, that I can barely see past the next alarm clock incessantly braying it’s 2:20 wake up metaphorical prostrate exam.
Fellow bloggers/ thinkers/ masters of the satiric written word, I would like to give you a glimpse into the life of a wife and mother, one who has overcome SO much yet in now sunk in a morass of myriad mid-holiday muck.
I am now the sole bread winner of our five- soon to be six, as we just got the bombshell dropped that my sixteen year old stepdaughter is with child. Tonydaddy has been out of steady work since April, with the puny unemployment checks helping us, granted, stay one step about actual poverty. Whooo-hoo, right?
Because of our lack of affordability for child care, I opted for a motor carry route sub-contracted though the Press. So every night without fail, I jump into my extremely unreliable gas hog of a stn wagon, back on the frozen dash and fervently pray the POS will start. We’ve figure about 60 percent odds.
When it doesn’t, a hood-popping, curse-flying, cap/rotor removal and sanding operation ensues, with me standing around feeling both sulky, helpless and irate.
Once enconsed in the monster, I head over to the drop point, grab my bales, roll up the morning’s edition, then fly through the LP route as quick as possible. Rarely do I miss a paper- apparently attention to detail WAS one of those things I put on job apps that happen to be true.
Sun comes up, I come home, no bed for me though with a super-excited Jameson to cuddle, feed, assist in ablutions, and then, by way of reward, cut loose to play.
Next two hours: cleaning house, simultaneously stressing about just what we are going to do for Christmas.
Which matter more this time of year? Unpaid bills in red envelopes or a child’s sweet expectations?
Guys. I need another job DESPERATELY. I pick through the ads daily, cruise craigslist, ask churches. temp agencies…..
NADA.
No wonder so many people commit suicide during the holidays. The stress level is astronomical.
I’m applying for Toys for Tots, or perhaps Christmas for all- but what I REALLY need is secure, decent paying employment.
Any one feel moved to whisper in some CEO’s ear? Tell ‘em about this hard luck case who’s come so far; about a woman in her young 30’s who has done everything from worked in metalworking/ body jewelry shops; served her country in the form of a Combat Medic (91B), secondary MOS Veterinary Tech (91T) in Washington DC for 3 years; shipping and online coordination for a major health care concern, waitressing… at this point, I’ll do anything . Within reason!
I feel about an inch tall right now- it’s humiliating to have to ask for help. But I’ll feel ten times more humiliated when we have nothing for Christamas, fall further and further behind the bills. and eventually have to more in to some shelter.