After a fabulously relaxing 24 hours at my mom's with P, things came crashing down.
Just before I was to leave to head home, Hubby called. The shit hit the fan here. And I can't write about it here due to privacy issues, but let's just say, it could have been a LOT worse. And I am thankful that I wasn't here, P wasn't here, and Hubby is okay.
We were discussing the next morning bumping up the "everyone has to be out of our house" timeframe due to the events of Sunday, when Hubby's boss called...
Now, he is an independent contractor, and someone new took over their division about 6 months ago, and things have been rocky since then. The f'ing idiot running it is clueless. Long story made short, he pulled Hubby's contract due to the fact that he felt that Hubby had been doing his job incorrectly all this time. In reality, he didn't pay attention to how it had been done (the boss that is).
Which means we just lost over half our income.
And...since he is independent, he cannot claim unemployment. Yeah. Awesome.
The irony of this? I just put in my application yesterday morning for a new job with first day benefits and $20k in IF coverage which would allow us to use our frosties THIS YEAR. Which we've decided is what we want. And just pray my body handles it if I do in fact manage to get pregnant.
So what now? Well, Hubby has been picking up paper routes when people are on vacation. We are thinking he is going to pick up more, and try to get hired on as a utility driver, which means he delivers the papers that get missed or people who couldn't get it done on their regular routes due to being ill or something. The paper routes themselves are basically cash payment. He is also working on scrapping with the neighbor.
And I am contacting WIC this week. Hopefully today.
We will make things work. We always do. We're good at being scrappy. But my shit luck, man. We were just getting a handle on things.
So, the house will be all ours again by July 15 (you have NO IDEA how happy I am about this!), and now we just figure out how to make ends meet...again.
Wish us luck, you guys. We need a little right now.