What Goes Around Comes Around

Traditions I Missed

        The snow fell early that year. It was early December. It was concert time at the school. That Thursday night a cold snow fell. We went got the girls' program at the private school they went to. There were looms of "Oooh, you're pregnant. You look so cute. Maybe so Saturday after the baby is born we'll do some mojitos,". Kristy said. I said, "Love it." Maybe by then I will have an eBay business because I was doing pretty well with the lots I was buying. Over the weeks, I inherited Sunday nights as well. I did NIT want them but Hannah quit for a better job and Suzie said, "Punish her. Make her work Sundays, too." These were the shift shifts. I told Phil I did not want to work them and he said, "You'd better. We are running out of shit to sell. I am selling the Porsche back to the dealership." Not the Cayenne! I loved driving it.

"You are getting a cheaper car, right?" I said hoping it was true.
"No, we can share a car. Thought we would coordinate the hours and then one of us would be home with the kids,"
"But I need a car,"
"Don't worry. When I work 11-7 you can have it. It's not like being in prison." To me it was. "Anyway, you
can't drive when you have a baby. March will be here soon."
"I hate Sundays!"
"They are money, shut up. You get five days off. Quit bitching."
"Yes but the girls are in school."
"More time to bond with the baby." I cringed. He would know with his blonde hair. "I hope I get my boy." I cringed again.

I picked the girls up on Friday. It was cold and windy and I was at the old abandoned hospital out in the middle of nowhere before I picked them up. I got some good shots. I walked the corridors carefully. I went to my mom's and dad's. "When you come, bring Christmas dresses. On Sunday they have Christmas at the country club. Will Santa be able to help?" I nodded. She looked down.

"How are things?"
"He is selling the Porsche back and we are keeping the van."
"Good for a baby."
"Yeah."
"March will soon be here."
"Yes."

I was dreading it but we would be so poor we needed each other.

It snowed on Sunday, the bewitching snow where you wished you could stay home, but we were poor and I had to go into work. The snow blew across the road and the sky was either calm, warm and sunlit or violent. I drove to work. It was the typical Sunday night. Slow, church let out, busy. We were slammed busy and I was big and could not keep up but it was me against seven tables. His was shit. I should have been home resting, getting ready for Christmas parties galore. A lot of work places had day tried and I used to make bank. Now, Tawni with her five kids she was raising g on her own and Suzie being a single mom, there was no place for me. I got the old people, the young couple before the semi formal who left a dollar. This was my life.

I called the girls to tell them to have fun at the country club but I ended up crying. I used to love this. I used to,lve this time with my kids but I had work because one, I sucked a s a server and well, we were NOT making it at all....

There had to be something better than this....