My husband was in the hall, at the computer, polishing his resume.
No job to go to this morning.
A sarcastic, non-sincere thank you to the economy is in order.
Ceel-Lo's lyrics come to mind.
The original version.
It's been a shitty week.
My heart pounding in my chest as my husband told me, "there's just no work."
Guilt floods me.
I've stayed home for 12 years to raise our children.
He's worked his ass off for 14 so we could make it on one income.
It's a slap in the face.
What can I do?
Teaching is a joke in this state now.
I'll continue to plug away at blogging to bring in the little bit I can.
I'm trying to take the positive route.
People are saying, "it'll get better."
"This will open bigger doors."
"It's in the plan."
Maybe I'll believe that in a week or two.
Today, I believe it to be a big crock of crap.