One step closer.
I can’t believe it’s only been one week since Clint was laid off. One week ago, we were still in shock… we were still coming to grips with what his unemployment could mean for us. It’s incredible what a difference a week makes.
Ready for some good news?
At about 10:00 this morning, I was offered a job as a full time receptionist at my doctor’s office.
Can I get a “Squeeeeee” up in this hizzouse?
My interview yesterday was awesome. I knew going into it that I wanted to work for this company. By the time I left, I felt like I hadto work there. They emphasized their belief in the value of families. “You’ll never get a guilt trip for taking time off for sick kids,” they told me. “Family comes first.”
I start on Monday and will be a 40-hour-a-week working mama from there on out. I am seriously giddy over this new adventure. I know it will be an adjustment, but I am so ready to get out there and prove myself in the workplace, to be a part of a team again. The job won’t pay enough for us to live off of, but between that, Clint’s unemployment, and qualifying for WIC again, we’ll be in okay shape for a while. Plus, I think it’ll be fun to reverse roles with Clint. He gets to play Mr. Mom and I get to be the one heading to work in the morning.
It doesn’t take us out of the woods completely, but it’s one step closer to where we need to be. More importantly, it’s a shining bright spot in what was a pretty disappointing week.
It’s becoming very clear to us the purpose behind Clint losing his job. With four kids, we can’t take risks. I wouldn’t have been motivated to search for a full-time job. He wouldn’t have been motivated to find a better place to work. But, take away that job and suddenly our lives are changing for the better. We might get out of our tiny house. I’ll be pulling in an income. The kids will go to daycare, which I know will be a great break for both them and me. Clint will find a job that he really wants.
I can’t know for sure if this is how it’ll all play out, but I have a hunch that’s what’s going on. We needed to freak out and melt down a bit last week so that we could be open to more options, and so we could see how much we’re in this together. Now, it’s almost like we get a do-over, a clean slate.
We’ve been in this monotonous, not-going-anywhere state for a couple of years now. Last week, the bottom fell out beneath us. It had to happen for us to completely change direction. We get that now.
Today is the 8th day of my month of thanks. I’m thankful for renewed spirits and being able to see the bigger picture.
(And I’m still so very grateful for (and in awe of) all of the love and support we’ve seen in these seven days. Wow… WOW.)
P.S. I’m trying to talk Clint into creating Silly Dad Thoughts since he’ll be taking over the rest of my mom roles during the week. I don’t think he’s going to go for it, though. Shucks! (Don’t worry, you still have me!)