A Job, Definitely

The husband called today and accepted the job. We had a long talk this morning and figured out some possible solutions to my concerns. I'm still not wildly happy, but, he's the one who's going to actually be going to that workplace every day, sooo ...

Anytime life is going fantastically well you know it's only temporary, anyway. I figure we're doing well if less than half of everything is bad, and if we can get 75% or better, whoo-hoo!

So the next few weeks are going to be mayhem and madness of packing and getting ready to go. And I just got called up for jury duty today. And the baby is sick. And I'm waiting to get in to see the oral surgeon about the hole in my jaw (turns out my bridge was loose because one of the anchor teeth broke below the gumline, so now I have to get the roots dug out.) And we don't have the right video card for the teen's favorite game, so he's very depressed and sulking all over the place, sure that no-one has ever suffered as much as he has.

In other words, if my blogging gets erratic, you have been warned!

But we have a job! And we will not be homeless or starving any time in the near future, and we will have benefits so that I can maybe think about getting my broken tooth replaced. (I told my husband I am a walking stereotype right now - fat and frumpy, with bad hair and missing teeth. He looked depressed, so I shut up.) I'm even thinking about getting my hair done and spending 100 bucks on some new clothes. I haven't had anything new since before I got pregnant, so I think I'm due.

Yippee!