Reality stinks, especially after a fabulous three day weekend.
I didn’t work a bit. My sister came up and we went out for yummy meals and shopped and battled my husband at mini golf and games, and then when she left I still had yesterday off with the house to myself to sleep in and get random things done and visit with friends… The best weekends make for the hardest mornings back.
It’s a big week in our home and thinking about it makes me a little nauseous. After two weeks of watching people’s desks slowly empty out at work, I know our department is next. It could come at any moment and they give almost no warning. And on the other side, my husband has his first big case on Thursday. This case will basically set the tone for the rest of our year – where we can live, and how bad the aforementioned layoff possibility might be…
I really want to bury my head in the sand and not think about it at all. Things have been going so well, the fact that we’re essentially on the brink of make it or break is something I just don’t want to consider. I try to walk the fine line between optimism and getting your hopes up, but I’m never very good at it.
So, instead I’m focusing on the fact I ate tons of junk all week and still managed not to undo all of my hard work to this point
And that I have a wonderful husband who offered to drive me in to work so I don’t have to deal with the 40 below wind chills this morning. (Moving to a warmer climate is becoming a much more enticing plan B to our lives)
And that I have such a fantastic little sister that I miss her even when she was just here.
Bring on the week…