So once again, my lateness has gotten in the way of great accomplishments. But I got up, fed the pets, neglected all other household responsibilities and sat right down to dump my brain. Just for you. And this was a fun one for me.
I’m also finding that perhaps I’m getting accustomed to the 5 minutes parameters. Just as my 5 minute timer is up, I seem to have written a logical conclusion to my brain dump.
Anyway, I’m glad you enjoy what my gray matter produces and I hope you let yours do the same (and don’t forget to link up so we can all support each other!)
It’s Sunday and time to dump my brain. But have you ever had your brain feel so scattered that you can’t even organize your random thoughts?
Yeah, that’s how I’m feeling this morning.
And it’s not in a bad way. It’s not in an OMG I’m completely frazzled and I can’t even collect my thoughts kind of way (which is actually pretty typical for me). It’s the “the adventure has just begun” way.
My husband lost his job on Friday. I’m not sad. I’m quite happy. His position was “eliminated” which is a nice way of saying politics and nepotism trump all.
However, he HATED his job. Like really and truly hated it. Because nobody ever respected him or valued him even though he was the smartest guy there. Sometimes people don’t like the smartest guy because it makes them feel dumb. And this is not just some nice wifely defense. I know this because it’s true.
So we’re treating this as an “in between jobs” phase, which I’m pretty sure it is. Opportunities abound right now. And so while a normal person might feel stressed panicked freaked out or whatever. I’m thrilled. Happy endings and new beginnings.
He’s left behind the job that made him miserable. And I don’t know what’s over the horizon and I’m kind of excited about it. While we should be extra cautious and pinching pennies just incase, all we can tihnk about is where we should spend this new found family time together.
I might even confess that the words “Disney road trip” have come out of my husband’s mouth to which I quickly reply – when do we leave?