Employed

I am unreservedly happy about this new job for John.

I know, my house doesn't magically get cleaned and I have to go back to folding clothes and running kids everywhere and I'll have to go to Costco alone and lift those impossibly heavy items in and OUT of my car, but I don't care.

Because it feels so so SO good to know that (not today, but soon) when something breaks, I can fix it (or replace it--good-bye broken garbage can . . . . thank you for holding it together until now).

We can buy name brand hand soap (Celia's biggest complaint).

And most of all John is starting something new and interesting and challenging . . .

And I am free to sleep all day again.

Only kidding (though . . . now that I think of it . . . I may try it).

Really, I can already see the difference in how John stands, how he lights up when he talks about his day,  and how he moves, that he feels fundamentally better.  Way better.

Which makes me sigh and my shoulders relax (and it feels soo good, seven months of hunched shoulders . . .) and just smile. 

And now Phoebe is whisking off with this computer so she can watch the Bachelor Finale with all her friends in their fuzzy pjs with endless amounts of treats.

Yes, life is good.

But the best part was when Phoebe said at dinner, It's nice that you have a job again, Dad.  But really, it hasn't seemed that difficult.  We lived pretty much the same (except for the no name hand soap).  It's been pretty easy.

And even though she doesn't know that there were pretty hard moments for us, I can't tell you how grateful I felt for her comment.  Despite our seven months of unemployment, the kids have all survived without too much damage (except for really dried out hands--darn no name brand soap).  This is when I know/see/feel the blessings and prayers of all of you.  It's how well we've all survived these months with our wits in place (at least mostly). 

Now, on to the oh so fun adjustment times.

Bring them on.  We are so ready.