I’m sitting at home, in a silent room, while the kids play upstairs. This has been an incredibly stressful week.
Last Sunday, we learned this would be my husbands last week at his job. He starts another one soon, but all this time off has us wondering how we’re going to make it through this month. We try not to think too much about it, but now, all alone, it’s hard not to.
I’m thankful for my parents, who are allowing me to raid their freezer tomorrow for some meat. They have also enabled us to buy some groceries.
I know there are other people out there who are worse off than we are, but that doesn’t make our situation better than it is. Everybody talks about the holidays as the most wonderful time of the year, but really, it’s just the most stressful time of year.
I’m sure we’ll be okay, somehow. But in this moment, I feel helpless, and I hate it.