So, this year we find ourselves living with my parents. My Mr. Right was at training one weekend with the Army when I got a text message from him. The message went a little something like this: “Don’t spend very much money. “Company X” just closed down.” (Company X being none other than the company he worked for). I read it and just about broke into tears… along with a fussy baby in the background. Basically, our whole world changed in a matter of moments. In two years, we’d been unemployed three times. Seems to be the story for a lot of people right now.
My point being… Even though the situation is not ideal and there are currently seven people crammed into a 4 bedroom house (eight people come January), I am still grateful that I have somewhere to go at the end of the day. True, it might just be the bedroom I share with both my husband and our 15 month old son, but at least it is somewhere. And I’m grateful I have parents that are willing to help us find employment and open their home to us. For however long we end up living here. Although, please, Please, PLEASE don’t let it be too much longer!