I am still reeling from my job loss. But for weird reasons.
1) I do not miss the work.
2) My house is still not clean?
3) I wander around aimlessly, not sure of what to do, and seeing so much that needs to be tackled.
My husband, who had grand plans of staying in his truck for a month, re-injured his back. Back in April, he ended up with a herniated disc. He was feeling much better after seeing a chiropractor, and had stopped going, even though I kept telling (nagging?) him to go back. Well, he paid the price. He bent down in the trailer to pick up a piece of paper and threw his back out all over again. The poor guy suffered in that truck for five days until he could get home. It's pretty bad. He can't move without me helping him. I mean, I have to lift him out of bed, walk him to the toilet, make all his meals, help him in and out of the shower, I even have to bathe him because he can't bend to wash his legs and feet. So now, technically, we are both out of work. At the same time. Lord, have mercy.
But even so, I can see again how the Lord is blessing us. Thank God I don't have to split my time between working and taking care of my husband this week. It's the first business day of the month which is when Medicaid products roll over and have to be re-verified. Always the busiest day of the month, and there is no way I could have taken off to take him to the chiro. So I kind of laughed and said, "Thank you, Lord, that I don't have a job so I can take care of my husband!"
We were laying in bed one night and I said, "Don't get mad, but I wish I didn't have to go back to work. I'm kinda enjoying this." He held me tight and laughed and said, "I figured you'd say that. You haven't had more than two weeks off since Bucket was born. Just enjoy the time you have right now." Peeps, Bucket is 16! Can you believe how long I've been working?!?! So yes, even though I am nervous about money, I am happy that I'm not sitting at that desk.