Okay, this is the weird thing. The night Bert was sitting on the phone, talking to his boss, learning he was going to lose his job, I quietly said a little cheer because he would then get to see Lin play basketball the next week. Yeah, our lives are going to hell in a hand basket, but I'm thinking of the freedom.
He has been super busy the last 10 days. Looking for work, doing some part-time work for my boss, catching up on little stuff in our life, looking at grad school.
However, he has also volunteered in Mason's classroom, driven to soccer practice, and picked kids up from school. Everyday I troll every site that might possibly have a job opening but at the same time I think not only "please let him get the job" but "please let it start January 1st."
I'm loving having a stay-at-home parent again. The kids love it. Bert loves it. Now it's no longer an hour or two of interaction in a day, mostly in a hurry to make or clean up from a meal or get kids off to bed or school. There is time. He's reading more, playing games after dinner.
Time is a huge, huge gift. Unfortunately the price tag is too high to enjoy for very long.