Yesterday, I got a call from Scot at about 11:15 a.m. and he told me he'd lost his job.
I'm not going to go into details here. The important point is that he was our only source of income. I haven't worked in 8 years which is going to make getting a job problematic. Complicating things is the fact that Scot made about triple what I used to make so my earning potential is small, especially compared to our bills.
We're doing all those things that people do in these situations - Jamie has been pulled from daycare; Liam has been told there will be NOTHING extra besides TKD; I stopped shopping at the expensive grocery store and switched to the cheaper one.
We have one paycheck coming at the end of this week and another in mid-April and then we're out. Scot has applied for unemployment. Our health insurance runs out at the end of April so I'll be applying to get the kids coverage through the state while Scot and I will have to remain uninsured.
Scot is looking for new employment and we're praying with all our might that SOMETHING comes through quickly.
I'm scared out of my mind but trying to ignore the terror and function anyway. This is only sometimes successful as I find myself bursting into tears at the smallest things.
Our lives are suddenly full of uncertainty.