4 weeks left.
Of work for him.
Not complaining. Just trying to remember to breathe. And talking (or typing) helps.
If he can't (which he likely won't) get a job here, but gets one down in _fill in the blank_ and we can't sell the house (which we likely won't) .........
Breathe, I just keep telling myself to breathe and have faith. Breathe. But it's almost literally caught in my throat.
An apt isn't bad. Two kids, a dog, a cat. The cat would have to go. That would suck beyond belief. I am NOT giving up my dog. Giving up the cat will be bad enough.
I want to cry, but it just doesn't happen.
Okkkkkkkk gotta work.
4 weeks guys not much.
Cross your fingers for a severance pkg. Union is negotiating. Heh, right, we'll see if that works.
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