Last week felt like a month. At the end of the week we had 2 or 3 promising leads in the job department. Carter was refreshing his email and refreshing the job searches constantly. We have accomplished a lot as a family.
Natalie struggled at the beginning of the week (last week). I walked in to her Pre-K classroom to find her not in a chair. She was sitting on the floor and refused to leave. Her sweet teachers said "Natalie would not sit in the chair. She has not really been herself today". And with good reason. Regardless of the positive of having Daddy here more, regardless of us not fighting, she knew something was wrong. We did not talk to the girls about this. I don't know that they would really understand. They know Daddy is not going to work. Maybe we need to explain it to them, I don't know. There are sometimes when I think it's better not to worry them. But then again, they don't know what this means so would it worry them? I was not looking to have a revelation while typing so give me a minute on that one.
Today was relaxed and we spent most of the morning at Target. It kept our minds off of the fact that it was Monday and that we could get a phone call or an email. We did not get either. Carter's suit is ready and his resume printed for one of the calls we are waiting for. He had a positive phone interview and they asked for a face to face.
Today, I discovered that Natalie can now play games on the computer all on her own. She needs a smaller mouse though. That thing is huge in her tiny hand.
We have so far survived a stomach virus that could have spread from Cara to all of us. That child is amazing. She knew something was wrong on Wednesday night and kept telling us her stomach hurt. Her final plea to her Dad had him taking her to the bathroom. Nothing on the floor, straight where it is supposed to go. She is so grown up even when she is sick. It seemed to come to a screeching halt after the one episode but that night she woke me up several times. Thank goodness she had no school the next day. I made her stay home on Friday despite her pleas to go to school and proclaiming that she was all better.
Tonight, I am going to sleep. Praying that the sweet dreams that my Mom always wishes me when I talk to her at night will be there when I close my eyes.
Tomorrow, I will need patience and peace of mind. I need to concentrate on taking advantage of the time that we have together. It's so hard to stay calm when you are frustrated. I know that this is just the tip of the potential frustration. If tomorrow I have to do nothing and we hear nothing, I hope I do it well.