Quiet Time

It is 4 p.m. on Sunday afternoon and I am just now sitting down for some quiet time. Ahhhh. Although I really can't complain, since Zoey treated me to going back to sleep in the "big bed" (our bed) instead of settling on being up for the day at 5:45 a.m. (Just as I was mentally calculating how many cups of coffee it would take me to survive the day starting so damn early, I must have drifted off and woke up again at the much more pleasant hour of 8:10 a.m. Very nice indeed.)

This week has been quiet, again, with slightly less freaking out about our horrible financial situation. I had fewer visions of living in a refrigerator box underneath the 512 overpass, and my faith in my husband's abilities to one day bring in a stable income started to increase. Slightly. Of course, all of this might be because I got a paycheck this week and was able to check off all the bills easily, with some to set aside for the big, ugly mortgage payment that is lurking at the end of the month. Thank God for the stability of being a nurse. Even when it's killing me to be on my feet for 10 hours a day, 40 hours a week, I can still be thankful that I have a steady job.

Another thing that helped this week was the amazing support of my family. My sister Alisa says our family motto should be "We're all in your business, but we're here to help". It's so true. I dare you to mention to someone in my family that your husband had to quit his job because, ah, he's not making any money and volunteering his time as a chiropractor wasn't really what he had envisioned when he set out on his career path...and just see how long it takes before help starts to roll in. I think my Aunt Cindy might think we're starving because she's shown up with groceries three times already IN ONE WEEK. My family is incredible.

The highlight of my week was when we got a call from the YMCA. At first, my heart sank because I thought 'great, they're raising our rates. Now we really won't be able to afford it...'. But apparently our dues have been paid for the next three months, by an "anonymous donor". I almost cried as I thought of the burden that lifted off my shoulders--three months of guaranteed stress relief at the gym, guaranteed swim time for Zo-bug, a little extra money that can be set aside for the Keep A Roof Over Our Heads Fund. So, Mystery Donor, I know you're out there, and I owe you a big old sweaty hug after 30 minutes on the eliptical machine!