DudeDad and I are college graduates.
The advanced degree sort even.
We have a retirement plan, we save for college, we pay our taxes, our mortgage, and our car payments on time.
We’ve never been arrested. We don’t sell drugs. We are legally married and all three of our children are his and mine, together.
We volunteer at our children’s schools. We help out with their sports teams. I even joined the PTA and got elected to the board of directors (I’m the treasurer, wootwoot).
Today we live in a house we own (you know, via a bank somewhere), in a community we love, surrounded by neighbors we know, as we have for the past eight years.
We probably won’t ever move unless we win the lotto have to.
So how did we become an income uncertain family?
I gave up my job as a teacher 8 years ago to stay home and raise our children. I became a stay at home mom, and then a work at home mom. Self employment is uncertain. Some months I make money like a boss. Some months I make money like, um, someone who doesn’t make any money at all.
And, DudeDad left a private sector job and moved across country (so I could live by my parents) for a government job.
That job, and the government that he’s serving, failed him and our family 12 days ago.
Thanks to the government furlough, we don’t know when we will have income coming into our house again.
So, forgive me for not having anything fashion-y to share with you this week.
When you’re enduring the government furlough with your housebound spouse, you don’t have funds to buy cute clothing. And, even if you are already the proud owner of some pretty chic ensembles, you’re unmotivated to leave your house because you’re depressed. And also, you don’t want to waste money on gas.
Add to that the fact that it’s been raining for four days straight, I’ve gained 5 pounds from stress eating, I’m exhausted from not sleeping, and my husband is driving me bananas.
Getting his furlough on…
Unless you think pink sweat bands and sweat shirts we’ve owned since the 90s are hot, I’ve got nothing on the fashion front.
Blame the government.
Probably the first time in life I can blame something on The Man and actually mean it.
Thankfully, for others who are suffering even more than we are during this time, our state has some programs designed to help people in this situation. Because apparently they can operate without throwing tantrums and being babies about things.
I know, I know, it’s about more than that. I just don’t give a care.
The financial discomfort this is creating for my family and me is intense which means that I don’t have the luxury or even the desire to care about the politicalness of this situation. I don’t care whose fault it is. I don’t want to hear who said what to whom and why. I don’t follow the reports from the anonymous sources that say they are getting close to being able to sort of kind of hash things out (after the useless holiday Columbus Day, of course). I don’t need to take a side or have an opinion or be understanding.
I need them to get their crap together. And let my husband go back to work. So he can feed my children.
And get out of my hair.
Yep, I said it.
Two weeks of “togetherness” is wearing on us me. It’s throwing off my home flow like nobody’s business.
And now for the bright side that is keeping me sane: The Dudes are bursting with happy each day when Daddy is home after school. They get so excited when he’s at the bus stop waiting to ride them home on the bike; one standing on the pegs in back, one hanging on the handlebars in front while he whizzes them down the hill to our house.
The joy in those moments makes me smile.
Every thing else makes me scowl.
Playing the which-bill-do-we-pay-first game: unfun. Denying my children sports activities and food with a protein: unfun. Combing through websites to find which services we will be eligible for if this drags on much longer: unfun. Listening to pundits go on and on and on about the issues behind this situation: seriously effing annoying.
I’m thinking I should show up on my senator’s doorstep, Dudes and DudeDog in tow, and ask them if we can stay with them while they “figure things out”. I’d bet we’d have a solution come Tuesday.