And discouraging. I’m going back and forth between wild optimism and dire hopelessness. It’s been less than a week and already I’m sure I’ll either never work again or end up with the job of the century. Between job applications, I’m trying to stay focused on some freelance things and my sample chapter but let me tell you, my mind is not obeying me and insists on wandering. I’m also yelling at the kids more and then hanging my head because it’s just my stress getting to me.

You know what was great? I got the phone call from Brett re., lay-offs while I was at my sister’s and I asked her to call my mom while I went to pick Brett up since he was getting off early (I knew she’d tell mom anyway and wanted her to know that was fine with me). My mom said, “You tell her that they will be ok because her family won’t let anything bad happen. Tell her that we’ll help cushion the fall and that they don’t need to panic. They’ll be ok; we’ll make sure of it.”

That’s my mom for you — she’ll always be mama-bear for her kids. And she thinks we’re awesome. There is nothing like calling your mom feeling blue and having her buck you up by angrily declaring your awesomeness and making it clear that she will kick the ass of anyone (including you) who puts you down. This is why I have high self-esteem in spite of myself; I lay it all at the feet of my mother.

I guess I’m not worried so much as I’m anxious to see how this all turns out. Either I’ll be at work for the first time in ten years or Brett will be back at work at (god willing) a job he actually likes or we’ll find a way to do a part-time/freelance patchwork. I mean, we’re resourceful people and we have mad skills.

(Happily Brett fixed the elliptical trainer because I couldn’t get through this without copious exercise endorphins. And also I’ve discovered pandora.com, which has made my home a more pleasant and more tuneful place to dwell.)

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