Recently, I started working a second job. It is at night and on the weekends. A lot of times, I go to work at my full-time job, then go right to my part-time job and get home between 11 and 11:30 at night.
My husband works a full-time job, is a "part-time" coach, and umpires. He also donates plasma twice a week. He leaves at 6:30 in the morning, and sometimes doesn't get home until midnight.
I talked to my Martha today. She was worried about us individually, and our family as a whole. She listened without judging. She was understanding and compassionate, without making me feel like a complete whackadoodle. She suggested I call and talk to the Bishop. She said she would put our names on the prayer roll at the Temple.
This picture is me on my way to work on Saturday - all day long. I kept telling myself to fake it til I make it. Everyone has their struggles. Everyone has their trials. This is ours. We work five jobs and still can barely (and I mean BARELY) put food on the table. But, we are doing the best we know how to do. We pay our tithing. We have gotten rid of cable. We don't splurge on food. We pack our kids' lunches. We have cars that barely run (and I mean BARELY). And, we are willing to work for everything we have. We are trying. We are a team and we are trying.
I am grateful for the school clothes our families bought the kids. I am grateful for the food Martha and Derek gave us from their pantry and their garden. I am grateful for the free haircut Martha gave Jackson. I am grateful for the health insurance we have. I am grateful that I was able to get a part-time job. I am grateful that Josh is able to donate plasma. I am grateful for the umpiring calls he does get. I am grateful for the shoes and coats my kids have. I am grateful that are cars do run. I am most grateful that we have knowledge of the Gospel, and knowledge that this isn't all for nothing. I am also grateful for my Martha.