It was bound to happen sooner or later. Since returning to work, back in May, I’ve been running myself ragged. For the past 8 months I’ve been trying to manage two full time jobs, a family and non-existent social life to the point where my body has finally said, Listen lady. This is bullshit. I need rest.
And it rested.
After a grueling week of 5 am – 12am days, a weekend of two sick children, and transferring to websites to new hosting and installing another, my body crashed.
For 37 hours of sleep.
One thing is blatantly obvious. I need some balance in my life. Where to find it is another question.
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Mike started working with a new company back in September. This one feels, to him, like it’s The One. More of a career than a job, which is fantastic. I am elated that he no longer comes home each day bitching about how much he hates his work.
That is, of course, when he’s working.
This company purposefully takes a month off at Christmas time; they hand out pink slips and a bottle of booze for a Christmas gift, I shit you not. From mid- December to end of January the guys are home. And if they’re like my husband and don’t see a reason to file for unemployment because they’re only going to be home for a month, they’re making no money. Brilliant if you ask me. Why? Because well, THE BILLS DON’T STOP COMING IN JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT WORKING.
Ahem.
Also? Mike is the bread winner. Even though I am working the equivalent of two full time jobs, his salary still far exceeds what I can bring home. Yet we’re trying to manage on mine because HE DIDN’T SEE THE NEED TO FILE FOR UNEMPLOYMENT.
I’ve been too busy to notice that this month is flying by and we’re likely going to hit financial rock bottom before he gets back to work. I haven’t been on top of our finances until yesterday when I had to move money from overdraft to make sure our mortgage payment didn’t bounce. I took that opportunity to show Mike the bright red numbers staring back from the stark white screen and only then did he realize the severity of our financial woes.
What did he do this morning? Filed for unemployment. Guess it’s better late than never, right?
So now, I am fighting every urge to keep my mouth shut, because all I really want to say is, I TOLD YOU SO!
But that never ends well.
J. says:
bah! I have one of those too.
January 19th, 2010 at 10:55 am
Shania says:
I will never know how it is that you have not strangled that man in his sleep. Oh wait! Yes I do! Because I haven’t strangled mine yet. I swear they’re the same man.
January 19th, 2010 at 12:19 pm
maggie, dammit says:
Oh, honey.
I love you. So much.
You give. Too much.
xo
January 19th, 2010 at 1:54 pm
Marilyn says:
Hopefully he will have learned his lesson enough to remember this for next year. That would peeve me off no end.
January 19th, 2010 at 6:07 pm
Chibi Jeebs says:
How on EARTH have you managed to not kick his ass all around the back yard?!? My head would pop off my neck, seriously. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this, love. *big, fat, squishy bewbie hugs*
January 19th, 2010 at 11:03 pm
Mary Jo says:
Let him know that in most states you only have to apply once a year, so if he should get laid off again, he can just file a claim and get paid right away, no waiting week. My husband had to deal with the occasional lay off and that helped so we never missed a weeks pay.
January 20th, 2010 at 1:52 am
Eric says:
Yeah, the body can only take so much. Hope all works well with jobs so that you can schedule in some rest into your week. Otherwise, you may crash at a bad time.
January 26th, 2010 at 4:42 pm
Kellee says:
Oh boys. *sigh* You should make him sit down and go over your finances all the time, so he doesn’t choose to make dumb choices like that.
January 31st, 2010 at 1:51 am