Sharing a few updates…some positive, some meh. Let me set the stage for you on the marital bliss front tonight: I’m on our deck, paying bills and enjoying watching the storm approach, while the hubs is couch surfing, on his phone (as per usual) while the TV drones on and on in the background. I think he’s barely said 10 words to me since he got home at 7PM. I’m trying not to take it personally…he’s had a long day and I’m guessing he wanted to unwind in peace. It’s ok honey, let me cook dinner and clean up, get the toddler ready for bed and walk the dog. You just sit there!!!!!
The good update – I’m no longer jobless! YAY!!!! I start my new gig next Monday the 18th. It was a long process…I had interviewed last month (6/10) and am only starting now. Offer negotiation, drug screening, pre-employment health screening and then finally orientation! I’m really excited about the new role, as I’m doing business intelligence work in a clinical/healthcare environment. This is a new area to me, but am SO geeked that I will be learning about it. I’m going to get certified in EPIC, which is the electronic health record most hospitals and healthcare organizations use, so I figure this is my insurance for being able to get a job anywhere. Anytime.
I’m a little nervous about starting back to work, because, well, it’s been 6 fucking months since I worked. 6 months! My friend said it seemed like yesterday….and I wish I had felt that way. This time has really dragged on for me and has been fraught with worry, so I’m happy to get back to some type of regular routine. And paycheck. Fer real on the paycheck.
Which brings up a not so great update. I filed for unemployment in early June, and have yet to receive a determination. How incredibly shitty is that? I mean, I’m thankful that we weren’t (and aren’t) living paycheck to paycheck, but for fuck’s sake, how would anyone survive having to wait over a month to know if you’ve been approved or not?!? It is not something that anyone could even rely on and that’s a sad fact. Much about our country seems sad these days.
Our Seattle trip was overall good. We had a huge fight on the trail to Poo Poo Point. And I’m seriously not shitting you on that name. (See what I did there?!? Ha!!!!) It is totally legit and I think it’s fabulous that our family hiked that trail. Mind you, we did not make it to the top of Poo Poo Point. You could say we had a blowout of sorts. Husband had told me we were gonna hike for “an hour or so” and after 2 solid hours of hiking, I discover we have a scant amount of food for our toddler. Who was scream crying for more food. I became the bad guy for wanting to turn around and not try to make it to the summit because our daughter was hungry. We resolved our fight on the way back, and I’m glad that we did. I’d also call it progress for me because I didn’t really give a shit in that moment if I was the bad guy. And usually I acquiesce if I’m feeling like the bad guy.
And our relationship has been kind of meh these days. I go back and forth with how I’m feeling. For those of you that have been married longer (we are going on 8+ years) do you often feel this way too? I wonder if we’re going through a difficult season, or if something has fundamentally shifted in our relationship? I know that having our daughter was a huge adjustment (and we’re still adjusting) but does it ever get easier? It feels hard these days, and often I’m too tired to want to put in any effort. Like I’m schlepping through wet cement. I think this is a woman and mom thing more so….I mean for gawd’s sake, the kid needs constant care and attention, the dog is whining to get walked, everyone has to eat, people gotta have clean clothes, then it’s time to go night night, etc. Plus I need to work out and try to do some shit for myself….and at the end of all that, sometimes I think to myself, “Husband you want to what? You want to fuck me? I have no energy left for that…”
And on that note, I’m taking my tired ass to bed.