Here is my update:

I hate being poor.
I hate living paycheck to paycheck.

That is all.

Reprioritization

I am going to re-prioritize my life starting now. I have a job and wonderful fiance that I can't wait to spend my life with and a relationship with God. Now...which one should go first? It's obvious to me, and I need to do that. God, Family, THEN Job.

Heather and I have been so busy, I think it has been hard to make this happen, simply because of lack of energy. It is now starting to eat away at the way I live my life. I need to find the energy and make it happen. God will give me strength!

Sam

I think things are going better! *Knock on wood* I have my first concert tomorrow and we are mostly prepared, the fundraiser has been successful so far (although apparently while I found mentioning large donations to be very motivational, it is actually detrimental and overshadows other childrens' efforts?), and I think kids are actually starting to want to be here. Of course, this could all just be my perception of things and me trying to make a positive spin on it all, but, whatever. Hopefully it is true and things will continue to look up!

I was about to post something about having a better week. But, alas, this has come to an end. I had to make my 6th graders put their instruments away and write apology letters for talking and being disrespectful while I was trying to help individuals that were struggling. Then in middle school band, I had to write my first referral. And now a letter from an orchestra parent telling me that I used children for solicitation. Because I want to fundraise so that HER child can sit on a chair that doesn't have a pencil stuck in it, a cushion tearing off, or a back falling apart. The kicker...this mom is the fundraising committee chairperson for the school. And she has the nerve to tell me that I am soliciting her child. I honestly do not know what to think, do, etc.

So, the moral of the story: don't care about peoples kids, because they will accuse you of doing wrong to them. This isn't the sex trade people. This is sponsorship letters.