Only on a Friday the 13th

Today was an odd day to say the least! The day at work was pretty bleh, but the call I got from Erik just hammered home the weirdest of months.

Let me start back on Tuesday when I received a text from Erik saying "Call me when you can, I'm thinking of coming home." Reading this text absolutely confused the crap out of me. When the option to go to CP first came up, I pretty much had a mental breakdown trying to cope with the idea of living alone, working full-time, and having my husband and the girls' dad inaccessible for possibly months. As the bigger picture of our current situation came to light over the next week or two, I realized that we really had no other option. We just weren't making it on the salaries we were pulling in at work, so we had to do something to remedy our situation and fast. This was not a time to be our typical lazy selves... proactive was the key. I agreed to him going away and came to terms with how our lives would be.

The next few weeks of me preparing went by without a hitch other than I didn't get as much done as I had liked. Then it all hit at once. The first week he was gone.. not too bad. I sent the girls away to my mom's to help while I fixed some stuff at work. The next week: pure hell. I pretty much lost 3 employees in 10 days due to transfers, the military, and new jobs. I was screwed. I somehow managed to make it through and I think I only broke down once, and it wasn't for long.

Fast forward to this week and the text he sends me. I called him up and ask what's up. He repeats that he wants to come home. I promptly and flat out say "no". I did not just have my life suck ass for 3 weeks so that he could quit. It was very selfish of me and childlike, but I wasn't having it. We agreed to this sacrifice and we were both going to stick it through. He then explained to me some of the bullshit the new railroad was pulling, and I understood his side a bit more. He also mentioned the pay would be less than they had originally told us. At this point my mind is racing and I'm trying to figure out what I should do. We're going to lose the house.. that's it. I just say "Fine, come home. Whether you're here or there, we can't pay the mortgage, so what's it matter."

He spent the evening rethinking the situation and figured some more stuff out. He calls me back and says he'll stay and stick it out, because at least it's more than we were making. Then Friday rolls around.

Friday afternoon he gets a call from CP to come into work, accepts the call and hangs up. Within a minute his phone rings again. This time it's UP! They ask him if he'd like to come back to work on the extra board in Boone!!!! What the fuck?!?! Now? Now they call? After all of this shit? I'm so happy and at the same time I'm just thinking to myself "what the fuck did we have to go through the past month for then?" Erik could've stayed on with me at work and it would've been so much better. Good news is I already have a babysitter secured.

So now our lives actually haven't changed much compared to last week other than we'll now possibly see each other every few days. I'll still be working 50 hours a week, the girls will still be in daycare, but hopefully we'll be able to pay the bills next month, (which will be nice). I still have the getting out of debt mindset and it's been very hard to get out of debt when we've barely been able to get out of each month most of the time. I can't wait for September 1st now!