I think we all wish we could erase some dark times in our lives. But all of life’s experiences, bad and good, make you who you are. Erasing any of life’s experiences would be a great mistake. –Luis Miguel
In one week we have lost a job and gained a job and lost it once again. On Wednesday evening the Mister posted for the open position, the one he received a call about on Monday.� Thursday morning the hiring manager emailed him to say there had been a mistake. The job in Orange County was actually in LA County and, since we live outside county lines and won’t move, the Mister was ineligible for the position.
You win some, you lose some.
Mikey was sick, and I was sick, and so now are the Mister and Nico.
When it rains it pours.
I looked into reactivating my license and starting up a law practice only to be confronted with exorbitant malpractice insurance premiums, hours of continuing legal education units to complete, and numerous other costs that currently exceed our budget.
A day late and a dollar short.
And yet.� Yet.� This week was also very good, too.� I had the Mister all to myself this week, and for three days he took care of the boys and the house while I slept in a Nyquil induced haze.� We had lunch together as a family everyday, and on Monday watched Star Wars on an old VHS tape the Mister bought when he was still in college.� I didn’t burn the toast.� I always burn the toast, but not this time.� I didn’t burn the toast several times this week.� Each time it came out practically perfect, like a sign of things to come.
So, despite the disappointment and illness and stress and short tempers of this past week I can’t help but feel excited at the idea of what is yet to come.� Terrified, stressed, and out of control, too, but excited nonetheless.� When I was in law school, I didn’t think I would make it.� I felt it would be impossible to survive, let alone graduate.� But, I graduated.� I succeeded at something I didn’t even think I was capable of completing, and I walked away from the experience more confident, more determined, and more powerful than I was when I started.� Is it wrong of me to expect nothing less from this experience?
I don’t think so.� Like I said, I didn’t burn the toast.� That has to mean something.
I think we’re all going to come out of this stronger, better, happier, more at peace. Me, you, so many people. In the meantime, when it’s rough like this, all we can do is listen to each other and be there. I’m here :) Eating toast that is only slightly burnt.
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I’m impressed and amazed at your outlook and I could use a little bit more of that in my own life. Continuing thinking about your family and hoping this all passes quickly!
It’s hard to think about the inevitable future when you’re watching your 2 year old stand on top of a Dora the Explorer stool and belt out the ABC’s at the top of her lungs. In that single moment everything is as it should be. Even if it’s not.
My Mister and I feel your pain. It’s a struggle, but we’re doing it. Hopefully both of our situations will come out for the better very soon. Perhaps they won’t. We can only hope, and enjoy the squeaky high voices of our little fireballs that get us through the day.
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You have a fantastic attitude towards all of this and that is going to make all the difference. You guys are gonna make it.
P.S. I always burn the bagels. Always.
Jules…it’s gotta get better, right? And yep, you have had The Mister all to yourself! That in itself is something to be thankful for, huh? In this fast paced world…to have some down time with those we love. :) (((HUGS)))
OH man… yeah not burning the toast is always a good sign… mine is burning grilled cheese… If I burn it… its not going to be a good day… hahahah how funny!!! I wish you the best!!! It seems like being jobless is the new red! I hope the best for you and your family!
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Two really great things happened, Jules–the unburnt toast is pretty sweet, yes, but also the following line makes me feel all fuzzy inside:
“in a Nyquil-induced haze…”
I don’t want to advocate drug use willy-nilly, but when you feel like crap, the sweet slight coma that comes with N can be so nice….
Compelling post.
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No burnt toast? My goodness, you must play the Lotto! I haven’t had a non-burnt toast day since ‘Nam! I loved this sweet post…
P.S. Hope the Mister and Nico feel better soon…
You have such a great attitude about all of this.. . Is it weird and internet stalkerish that I want to be more like you?
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Thanks, everyone.
Ariana–you crack me up. :)