we know that if this doesn't work out, everything happens for a reason - God's plan for us is OH so much greater than our plans for ourselves (i don't have to tell you i'd rather have a sketchy-job, grouchy-hubby come home every day than be a widow). we just really are getting our hopes up! the benefits are spectacular. the hours are pretty great. the security would be amazing. the pay is consistent. the brotherly-bond is so needed. the opportunity to do work that has purpose is uncontested.
all-in-all i want my man to be happy and fulfilled in his work. he's not getting that now and it stresses him to the max! which stresses me to the max! which irritates Pirate (and Miggy). who irritates hubby when he's irritated. haha. you see the circle. no fun.
so here we are. still waiting. and hoping for an answer. and hoping the answer is not that he didn't get the job (because that would leave us waiting on yet another opportunity to present itself). but hoping for something. and excited about the possibilities. not excited about possibly permanently losing the goatee - but excited nonetheless.
oh. and only 9ish more weeks 'til Miggy arrives. :) waiting, waiting.