28 Weeks

God really has a sense of humor. Sitting up there watching me fret and worry about what will happen when my unemployment runs out. All this time and hardly any interviews and the few I've had I haven't gotten the job for. And now, after having to jump through so many hurdles for this job, and a panic attack on the way to my first interview for it, I get a job! And not just a job either. A job that I believe I am well suited for and will allow me to do something useful in the community. A great paying job with great benefits working with awesome people, heros of the town really. I start work Monday morning as a police dipatcher! I am nervous. It's a new job and I do have some doubts about some aspects of it. I'm not great at maps or giving directions so I will have to work on that. I'm not great at handling stress and I know this is a very high stress job so I will have to work on that as well. But I do have a heart for people and for helping those in need. I am a great listener and a fast typer and good at getting information out of upset people. I think with time and practice and training I could be very good at this and learn to really love this job. But most important, we, our family, is going to be OK. I didn't know what would happen once my unemployment ran out. How would we pay our bills? How would we ever move out this place? And now I can dream. Dream of a house of our own for our family and not always having no money in the bank. We should be able to pay off all our debts minus the cars in two years time. We probably won't move for at least 6 months or a year to give us time to save money and pay off debts and to make absolutely sure this job is something that will work out for me.

Justace is getting into everything. He moves where he wants and he grabs what he wants, which usually means any pieces of paper or cardboard the cat has left for him. I'm constantly watching and taking small items away from him that I missed cleaning up. I've set up a chore chart that Josh and I will start using depending on who is working or off that particular day and it includes picking up and vacuuming each room every single day. Oh and he's getting much better about being left on the floor with his toys...that is until I take away a piece of trash he has picked up or focused on and then he erupts into angry tears.