There's gotta ba a reason
Well, Craig didn't get the job. I think I'm more bummed out that he is about the whole thing. I just know how much he hates his current job, and I just want him to do something he likes, and he doesn't loathe every time he gets out of bed. I've had those jobs, and I know I just dreaded leaving the house. I knew that there was a chance of him not getting the job, but I tried so hard to just stay positive. It figures that the one time I stayed upbeat about something, it STILL bites me in the ass. I keep telling myself that there's a reason for it, something else is at the end of the road. Like my dad always said "Just when you think you've reached the light at the end of the tunnel, you find out that it's just an on-coming train." My father the philosopher. I just feel like "now what?" I'm constantly terrified about our money situation. I worry about the fact that we are so very unprepared for any emergency. I worry about things like raising children. He just so fucking smart, he could do anything, I just wish that "anything" would come along. I worry about him because he sometimes thinks that he's not doing all he can, like he thinks he's not a good provider. He brings home a paycheck, and we still have a roof over our heads. So obviously I don't feel the same. I hear some women at work talk about their husbands that barely do shit, let alone have a job, and I am so grateful that I got the best husband in the world. I've been working super hard at my job, and it's finally paying off, so I'm going to be shift manager soon. I finally found a job that I love, and that I can advance in. I think I might pick up some x-tra shifts where I can so we can have a little extra money. If God has a plan for us, I wish he would fill me in on it.