It’s only Tuesday?

With everything that’s happened over the weekend, and even since Monday morning, it feels like today should be Friday night. I’m exhausted. Mentally and physically, completely exhausted.

The house hunt, the job issues, the night wakings… How much can one person really take?

I feel like every year around this time my life completely goes up in flames. Everything is up in the air, nothing makes sense, we’re not sure where we’re going to be or what we’re going to be doing 30 days from now… it’s totally ridiculous.

Yesterday morning Thomas found out that the only person left in his department at work other than him put in his 2 weeks notice. This means Thomas will be left alone, already taking a 10% paycut, and now likely stuck doing 4 peoples jobs for even less pay than he started at the company with only doing 1 person’s job. You would think the company would give him a pay increase, they would HAVE to with the responsibility he’s going to be taking on… but considering everything that’s happened already, and the dire straights the company is in- I highly doubt it. I’d put money on that they will expect him to just suck it up, take the pay cut, and continue trudging forward. It seems so incredibly unfair. And it IS!

Thomas had a job interview today, but who the hell knows if he’ll snag the position. It would be amazing, but even if he does, the job won’t begin until October, a month after we have to be out of this house- which means a month after we’ll have to pay an exorbitant amount of money for a deposit and who knows how much more per month than what we’re paying now.

We get to look at all the houses on the list we made on Friday. Fingers crossed SOMETHING will fit our needs, although everything is at least 175 more per month, which is a lot of money.

Last night Parker woke up who knows how many times. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning with Parker draped over my legs, head hanging off the edge of the bed, nearly falling off. Once I was able to fall asleep after pulling him up beside me, I woke up again to find him at the END of the bed, head over the edge. After pulling him up to the head of the bed for the second time, he refused to go back to sleep. This was 6am. He didn’t want to do ANYTHING. Just whined and cried, wanted to wake Holden up, wanted a graham cracker but wouldn’t eat it. All I wanted was a LITTLE more sleep and it just wasn’t happening. Thomas was already up, but was out in the laundry room ironing a shirt for the interview, so I was stuck trying to wrangle Parker and keep him quiet so Holden could still sleep.

A bad start to the day, that’s for damn sure.

Cross your fingers for some good news by the REAL end of the week- we sure could use some right now.

Posted on July 12, 2011 by Holdin' Holden 0 Comment
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