My wife got hired as a CNA at a local nursing home. The interview went really good and they will call her on Monday. She needs to get out of the factory 3rd shift. She feels unappreciated and does not like at all what she's doing. The women are mean and crabby and all talk shit about one another. It does feel like a prison. The office doesn't care about us. We are just a number. I will not ever try to voice my opinion again. They don't care. They don't do my job and yet they think by doing it this way will be easier. Whatever. I need to find myself as well. Factory life is hard work unless you supervise and just watch everyone else break their backs.
I am back to getting the kids up in the morning. I have to drive my brother in law across town and then take his 3 year old daughter and my 2 to work with me. My wife get's off work, gives me her keys and then we go our own way. I go to work and she goes home to watch the kids.
The past several years have been hard. I soon had to realize about my depression and anxiety and I needed help. Antidepressants have help me a lot the past few months.
Dane hasn't had too many meltdowns in the past month. I think his uncle and cousin has been on his level to play around to his liking. He has been doing amazing in school. A mother wrote the teacher a note to have me call her and set up a play date with her son.
Over the past couple weeks my niece who is residing with us was sick. So it goes, Dane and Ally got sick and had to have breathing treatments every 4 hours. A nebulizer inhaler on all 3 kids. My wife missed a week of work with FML to get them back to health. All three have lost that bad cough.
Today the theater burnt down. It sounds like 1 firemen died in the blaze. I took my kids down to the corner to see the fire. Lots of firetrucks and a helicopter. This theater was a historical sight. I remember I first saw E.T. and Ghostbusters here. I took Dane and Ally to see Cars 2 and Alvin and the Chipmunks, Chipwrecked here. Now it's gone.
