Is 2020 over with yet?

2020 has been a headache and that is putting things mildly. In January I was living in a motel on the east side of town. Struggling as it was to make ends meet, I also had my son with me. I would wake up every morning get us both ready for the day, drop my son off at school and then I would head to work. Now I did not have your normal 9-5-day job, I was my own boss. Made my own schedule and worked my own hours, but it became exhausting.

I wanted to get out of motel living and get into a stable living arrangement, but I knew that was going to be a struggle. Why? You might ask. Well I had a few previous evictions, and my credit score was horrible. As a single parent life can be a lot tougher on you than the average person. I had to find a private owner that would at least hear me out. I had to be mindful of who I was applying for as those application fees add up quickly. Not to mention I already knew that I was going to have to pay a much higher deposit, so to help I enrolled in college.

It had been fifteen years since I was last in school, and all that I remembered from them was how much I hated school, but this time around I got to choose what I wanted to learn about. Was not sure how I was going to manage to juggle working, school, and being a single mom making sure that all of our bills were met, and still be able to survive, but I was sure going to try.

The end of February came, and I was exhausted trying to balance the life I never thought that I would be living. Almost at the point of accepting defeat I came across my current landlord. Someone that gave me a chance to get back up on my feet. I was still working and going to school until Covid-19 came flying in like a bat out of hell.

Work was going well for me until about the end of April, and then nothing. I was not receiving any orders, and the orders that I would see would be gone in a blink of an eye. I filed for unemployment and waited for things to fix themselves. Things still have not fixed themselves and it is now the middle of November. My son was out of school since everything became on lock down. I finished my first semester of college, and then jumped right into the Summer semester, to which I was a bit panicky because I had not realized that the summer semester was only ten weeks long.

I pushed on through it. Had spent time with my son and my daughter and found out that I was diabetic. That was not much of a shock to me, but it sure did explain a lot of things. I was enjoying the summer weather. Even planted a porch garden, which was only destroyed by the one nasty hailstorm that decided to come through in August. I was able to save a few plants, but they did not produce much more after that. All that hard work just destroyed in the blink of an eye.

In September we were asked if we would not mind moving downstairs. I was hesitant about it at first, but then I started thinking about the plant business that I want to start next year, and I could really use that extra enclosed space. The only downside was that we would have to remodel everything ourselves, and that we would not be able to use the yard and addition until the end of December.

At the time I was okay with all that. I started remodeling right away. This allowed me to keep busy while being able to be at home with my son, as well as be able to continue into my third semester of college. Here we are the middle of November, still fighting with my diabetes, still remodeling, still waiting for work to fix itself, still waiting to be able to access my yard so I can plant plants to start my business. I am completely over this year. Please donate so I can maintain my sanity as the end of the year finishes out.