I had to leave work early... AGAIN

This morning was about the 200th time I had to leave work early because of a sick child in the last twelve years. Not that I really wanted to work that bad at a crummy $6.25/hr retail job in which I run my ASS off everyday, but I shouldn't complain too bad because at least I HAVE a job in a town where a store or a factory closes at least once a week. I have a medically fragile child with many health problems. That's what I would like this blog's theme to be, as this is my first post. I am a single mother (although I do live with a boyfriend, we are NOT married so I consider myself to still be a single mother) with three kids, and over the years I have learned many ways to cope with some of life's cruelest events.