like a stone the ocean beats against...
I am so mentally exhausted.
It has been sixteen months since we packed up and moved back to New England after a five year stint in Colorado. The last hurdle our family had to face was overcome today, with Padraic getting a "real job" job offer... which he accepted with much rejoicing.
Although financially things were/are manageable, there was a lot of psychological stress associated with my husband being out of work. I found myself being an emotional buttress both giving encouragement, and deflecting anger and feelings of inadequacy. But now that the oppressive cloud has lifted... I feel toast.
There will be time for celebrating and I have plans for a really nice adult dinner when I can find a sitter for the younglings. All I want to do now is go to sleep for like a thousand years.
It has been sixteen months since we packed up and moved back to New England after a five year stint in Colorado. The last hurdle our family had to face was overcome today, with Padraic getting a "real job" job offer... which he accepted with much rejoicing.
Although financially things were/are manageable, there was a lot of psychological stress associated with my husband being out of work. I found myself being an emotional buttress both giving encouragement, and deflecting anger and feelings of inadequacy. But now that the oppressive cloud has lifted... I feel toast.
There will be time for celebrating and I have plans for a really nice adult dinner when I can find a sitter for the younglings. All I want to do now is go to sleep for like a thousand years.