We Skyped with Nana and Papa this evening. Nana cried. I held it back. Until we were done. Now I can't stop.
Everything that could have gone wrong with this move has, and we can't go back. So we must push forward.
I am job hunting. Way sooner than I would have liked but I don't see another option unless this job that Hubby interviewed for today comes through. None of the others have. He's still working about 25-30 hours a week - at minimum wage, basically. So we have to try to get on the lease so we can at least show that we have to pay rent so that when we report his income we ATlose food stamps.
We can't right now buy stuff that isn't food. You know, like garbage bags, pads...you get the idea. Laundry is a burden. At least at my mom's we had a little wiggle room. We could pay the car insurance, for instance. I hate this.
I am hormonal. And scared. And fucking sweaty because the a/c SUCKS.
I have my 2 gorgeous kiddos (though right now P is stinky, sweaty, and prone to massive temper tantrums...that's for another day), and Hubby is busting butt trying to make this work. With one car we can't both work days because bloody Texas doesn't like public transportation. No buses. Nada. Well, that and the fact that daycare is crazy expensive. So it's a moot point. So, we will never see each other obviously.
I really didn't mean this to be a whiny "woe is me" post. It's been a rough month. I know Hubby is feeling the stress but he's big on "we will figure it out." I need a PLAN. And that is not forthcoming, not really.
Why did we do this? Maybe if we'd stayed Finn wouldn't be here yet.
I know better. What if's don't help ANYONE.
Tomorrow I will be alone with the kiddos for the majority of the day. This is a terrifying thought.
Please send us a little luck, will ya?