weekend last week when DH and I were blessed to spend 4 days with our grandson. Its been months since the little guy has been able to spend time at our house. And 4 days worth, well that was just FABULOUS! We went to the Atlanta Aquarium, Knoxville Zoo, ate Crab Legs at Joe's Crab Shack (The little guy is now officially known as THE CRAB MASTER), to see the movie After Earth, played in the rain (don't tell his mom), made chocolate chip pancakes, colored pictures galore, made funny videos, had a smash down with his cars, monster trucks and train, made up scary stories, and much more. FUN was definitely the name of the game!
While we were taking care of our grandson, our daughter was busy studying for her finals. And that proved to be successful too. She made the DEAN'S LIST once again. 3 for 3!
She has finally made it through all of her core requirements and is now headed to Nursing School come Fall!!
Yet with all the positive, happy moments of late I am quickly reminded how fast things can change as this weekend in contrast is downright horrible. DH decided yesterday, unbeknown to me to... QUIT HIS JOB! His reason is there is a guy at work he can't seem to get along with. He now says he has no intention of returning to any kind of work. Our finances, without this job, are supported only by a small trust my husband receives which is currently tied up in bills and... debt. Debt, that HE created out of total misuse of credit cards. He told me for years we were fine financially, and yet behind my back racked up cards right and left that I didn't even know he had, to the tune of $80,000.
We are 3 years into paying them off and have approx. 2- 2 and a half more to go. His job allowed us to do little extras (home repairs, movies, etc) that otherwise we wouldn't be able to do. Add to that the fact I no longer work due to chronic eye disease and worsening vision which has already robbed me of driving, teaching, bike riding, sports and more. Majority of things I do manage these days take extra time as well as I have to be so ridiculously close to see and pull off. Reading a bedtime story to my grandson isn't as easy as it once was. Even simple walking can be a problem. Hell have no fury like a step, rock, sidewalk crack or stick you don't see. So this new situation means A LOT MORE STRESS as well as no health insurance (something I have needed for years), no personal therapy, no additional nutritional counseling, not even a glimmer of hope for a 3 day beach trip this summer with the grandson and daughter, and who knows how S L O W the updating of the house will now have to become. It was already slow to begin with. DH knows full well we needed thus extra income and that his decision is going to mean the end to things we were planning, and yet he chose to do it anyway. He didn't even bother to talk to me about it.
The only good news to report is I am not binging. I am actually way too angry to even think about food. However I am considering whether I can dig a hole big enough and whether the woods behind my house are large enough to hide a body.
Just kidding! Maybe.