Isn’t life funny?
No. No it isn’t.
You’re not funny, Life. Stop.
Okay, basically, after my last couple of blogs about The Husband being suddenly retrenched then getting a job, I have sad news. A couple of weeks ago his new job sprouted some rubbish about him not “fitting in” (read: we’re actually not financially able to afford you) and let him go.
So here we go again.
There’s not nearly as much worry this time. I just know that everything will be okay. Even though we’re approaching the end of the month and there are bills to be paid, I have a peace that is very refreshing. I refuse to stress out. And when I feel it starting to build, I laugh. I’ll suddenly start singing or just tell Daniel that I love him. Anything to not let the worry get a grip on my brain.
I know we’ll be fine. We always have been. I would just enjoy a little solid ground, stability, even a handrail to hold onto would be fine.
But again, we’ll be fine.
So does anyone want to hire my husband? He’s a hard worker, an amazing guy, a quick learner and loyal to a fault.
Plus it was his 30th birthday yesterday and I don’t think I could love the man more.