It has been one of those months in our clan and I am really hoping that my pleas are heard. The spouse is unemployed again and with the market the way it is, prospects are not exactly pouring in at the moment. While I have a stable job, it is not exactly enough to keep us afloat for long; and the prospect of getting behind on the bills again is becoming overwhelming. Sadly the financial toll this takes is just a small portion of the overall effect. The man of the house takes the biggest hit emotionally and I just do not know how to help him. We are not exactly living in the Beaver’s generation, but he still seems to fall prey to that male mentality of being defined by his job and being the bread winner of the house and despite the fact that I bring an equal amount to the table it seems to be an all consuming event, well almost.

Unemployment does not seem to be enough for us to bear, so a healthy dose of medical trauma added to the mix should do the trick. My father-in-law is in the hospital on a ventilator and I am still trying to figure out how we got from a fall in the kitchen to here in two weeks. My poor hubby is beside himself right now and so the whole family is in a holding pattern. We are trying to get through the last few weeks of school and all that entails, hopefully get big Dave through all of his medical issues unscathed and have both of us gainfully employed.

While I am sure I could potentially handle a bit more on my plate right now, I am sending up massive pleas of Uncle and really hoping someone can hear me!

My catch phrase this week and I have a 3 year old to thank for it, my 3 year old mind you, but wisdom from the pre-school sect summing up my week in 3 little words!

The spouse was advised last week that he would be let go at the end of the quarter because he had not met the quota; so he starts putting things in place, lining up interviews, pulling out the rolodex and tearing up the phone tree. Yesterday, d-day minus one, his manager says he wants him to finish out the week because they haven’t got the paperwork finalized. Ok, I get that I should be greatful for a few more days of pay, but seriously, are they joking? They can’t get their dots and crosses straight to put some paperwork through and he’s the one getting terminated? Fade to d-day and now they want him to stay through next week and here’s the bottom line; the manager is going to be out for spring break with his family and he wants to have another warm body in the office. Hands down one of the least professional companies he has ever worked for and I am annoyed beyond belief that he is now somewhat in a holding pattern waiting for them. Do you mind getting your act together!

Tomorrow I have a meeting with one of the administrators at the boy’s school to talk about what is going on with the seven year old. He’s having a less than stellar year and the other day he got sent to the office because he was going to put his trash away in the lunchroom and didn’t wait until he was close and could place it in, but tried to toss it; he apparently has my athletic ability and missed and spilled some pizza sauce. Instead of making him clean it up, seems a good way to teach this particular lesson, they immediately send him to the office and he has to write up a plan of what he did wrong, what he could have done, etc. I get an email in the afternoon from the assistant principal explaining this “minor incident” and how he didn’t intend to make a mess, blah, blah; I need to sign his plan and send it back and that he’ll be eating lunch in the front office the next day and will go back to eating lunch with his class the following school day. Did I miss something? A 7 year old boy tries to make a basket with his trash and he got sent to the office? Don’t they have someone writing “shit” on the bathroom walls, or playground fights to break up? Is he the only child in the school to ever attempt a 2 pointer in the lunchroom or the only one who has ever missed? The school I work at and the school they attend are a mere 3 miles apart and I can tell you that you could feed a 3rd world country with the crap that falls on our floor during the course of a 3 hour lunch service. Either we have a room of requirement that holds hundreds of trashy offenders or no one is getting sent to the office for spilling where I work. Obviously, I was a bit miffed by this whole issue, but the icing on the cake was when I went to pick him up at school that afternoon, the asst. principal made it a point of coming up to the car and telling me who she was and that she sent me an email and also put a letter in his book bag. Ok, this here is about to become a battle. The spouse and I have a meeting tomorrow so stay tuned and please, if I call, answer, I may need someone to bail me out for raising my voice and trying to find out why it seems like my child is under a microscope this year.

Spring break is 3 days away and it honestly could not come soon enough. I need a break from some of my co-workers before I get sent to the office and have to write a plan!