I don’t know why the props are so serious. Maybe they’re not serious but mad, in a serious way. Regardless of the mental state of the props, I like the expression and think that it makes me sound way cooler than I actually am. The serious mad props I am referring to are directed at Husband. I am sure that if/when he reads this he will groan and wish I would not point my spotlight of awesomeness at him.
I can’t help myself though because he deserves to be recognized.
If you remember a while back I wrote about Husband’s government work contract ending and that our lives were about to be turned upside down come the end of September. Unemployment, long commutes to low paying jobs, me having to go back to work before I am ready requiring us to put the boys in some form of daycare, moving out of state to chase jobs, and a great fear of changing medical insurance were just a few things keeping us awake at night. I spun it as an adventure. We would learn, grow, meet new people, experience new places – it would be, could be fun. Life changes and one must find away to accept that in a positive way so as not to go crazy. Well, change has come and it has come in an unexpected way and to a lesser degree then I could have hoped for (did I mention I don’t like change?)
In an odd defying moment, a software engineering job came on line just weeks after we learned of Husband’s impending unemployment. The job was located in our small town, an almost impossibility. We had never considered this possibility; thought it was too much to wish for. Husband brushed up his résumé and submitted it on a Thursday. On a Monday they called. The next day, after a full day of work, Husband headed off to interview looking very handsome in his slacks, button up shirt, and tie. He came home excited about the company, the work they do, the people he interviewed with, and the fact that it would be an eight minute commute. His current commute is pushing forty-five minutes.
A week went by. There was nothing, other than a simple reply to Husband’s email thanking them for their time. Last week they called him and and asked him to come back in. Then they offered him the job. Everything about it is great (even the medical insurance) except that the salary is on the low end of our comfort level. Anyone that knows anything about the contracting world knows you can’t compare salaries of a contract vs. permanent job. We are used to the higher dollars that come with the instability of contracting. We are also used to Husband not having PTO or health insurance through his job. So while money will be tight, this is a stable position with growth potential. Most importantly thought, Husband will be happy and this will make me happy.
Husband starts his new job in two weeks. I am very impressed with Husband and his mad interviewing skills. I am thrilled that he is excited about it. It will be good for him. It will be good for our entire family. He will no longer have to get up at 4:30 in the morning in order to work the early schedule the rest of his current co-workers do. This means he can have breakfast with us every morning. He will get more sleep and be better rested. We can stay in our home, there is no longer a need to sell the house and move. And while part of me was excited for a change of scenery this is much easier, so much easier. I feel myself breathing out, expelling the stress and fear that have been residing inside me. What a happy ending.
So to you Husband, I give serious mad props.