>Like in early 2005, when, after months of planning and saving, I had just finished paying off a luxury vacation for my husband's 40th birthday and the transmission on my car died.
>Or when he was downsized out of his job (because he made "too much" money) during a heat wave and the AC went.
>Or, upon returning from a week at the beach, a huge poplar tree had fallen into our neighbor's yard, breaking our fence, and hitting her gazebo. That time, insurance and lawyers were involved.
Now here I am, looking at a year filled with nothing but happy calendar events - my husband turns 45, the kitchen renovations, my daughter's birthday and first holy communion, my sister's bridal shower and wedding, our 15th wedding anniversary - and not only am I wondering how I'm going to pay for it all, but I'm wondering when (dare I say these things out loud or in print) the furnace is going to blow or the plumbing burst.
Today, I received a call from the school secretary calling on behave of the principal. She offered me a job as (hold your laughter) recess monitor. Two hours a day with fairly generous pay for doing little more than standing outside and appearing as if I could crack a few skulls - without actually doing it. At first, I said I'd get back to her tomorrow, because, believe it or not, I was saying to myself: "I'm barely getting through all I have to do now. When am I suppose to workout? And I like having my days relatively free to make my own schedule." Selfish, I know. I mean here is a perfect job with regards to my daughter's schedule (no before or after school care, summers off) and I'm on the fence. And it's only 2 hours a day! Once I got my head screwed on straight, and reminded myself that the extra money would be a big help with all the aforementioned plans, I popped into the school office and accepted the job. Not a bad first Monday of the New Year.
Now, however, I'm waiting for some bad news like, the position has been eliminated or I wasn't approved because, I don't know, I'm too short to be an authority figure for the 5th graders.
I actually have a stomachache thinking I might not secure a job that 7 hours ago I didn't even want.
Well, here's the wait and see part of our show. The part where I walk on eggshells hoping that nothing goes wrong to screw things up. In the meantime, I'm holding my breathe a little and trying to calm my stomach. Hey, maybe I can combine the two and get a little core workout while I wait ;-)