Another weekend done and gone. Sitting on my couch on monday morning as my son finishes his cereal, after the first bolw spilled on the floor which is carpet. I checked the mail already and the check that I’ve been waiting for form the cell phone company has not come once again. I had my neice all weekend after my sister’s boyfriend found out that she had become a prostitute. That is a tough sittuaion with alot of history. My views currently on history are that, to some extent, history dose not matter but it can still influnce you; in this sittuation that’s the case. My husband is at work, and I’m praying for him to get his 8 hours in today. Oh how I would love to have him bring him a 80hr pay check again. I am very very thankfull that he atleast gets 20 hours a week still. Myself, I have to get ready to go to a  dr. apt. for an injury I recieved last week attempting to roll over a very large woman at a nursing home I work for. I work for 2 nursing homes and still can not manage to get full time hours. The one hirse 2 day a pay positions and the other hired another part time position in adition to me instead of just giving me full time. I know I’m not the only one but man something should be done about companies intentionally hurting people’s hours just to do away with benefits. I’m in school wich I have been slacking on since my son began summer vacation. I’m working on a psychology degree and planning on earning a PhD in clinical psychology. In time if you choose to keep reading along it will become very clear to you why I feel my life experiences with my family makes me very qualified for this line of work. A brief recap of my life would be that my mom has multiple mental illnesses, my father did as well. As a result neither were good parents. My mother was all about finding men. My father was all about torture and rape. My mother is currently on her 4th marriage, to a convicted armed bank robber, and my father died in March of this year. I did have the oppertunity to make peace with what had happened and learn to true meaning of forgiveness before he died. For those of you that might not understand, forgiving is not forgetting and it dose not mean it’s ok. For me forgiving was understanding that he was not mentaly right and that regardless I was going to let go of the hate and fear I had and let his acts be between him and God from that point on. Not an easy thing to do. AnywayI’m not sure what today will bring my way yet, excpt hopefully a discharge from physical therapy and a release back to work. I am currently wanting to have another baby.My husband and I are trying not as we speak lol. We have been married for 7 years and we have been through ALOT. I wont go into all the details currently but I gurantee you I will at some point. I have made many mistakes in my life and I’m attempting to learn how to minimize them as time goes by. I think that as much as I am doing psychology to help others I am doing it to help myself aswell. Feel free to ask question or leave comments as time goes on. My days range from you would never guess to boring. I’m sorry but anymore I prefer the boring. I will attempt to post every day and promise that if you follow me for a week you will be hooked in no time. Well I’m off to do my hair and make up and see what the doc will order next, hopefully back to work tomorrow!