As part of our holding pattern, I’ve made all sorts of promises that hinge on “when dad gets a job.” It started with joking that I’m going to get my face lasered to get rid of my frown lines . . . but Josh needs a job first.
We have a trip that we are hoping to take next month — but since it would be irresponsible to spend money on plane fare and hotels without a paycheck lined up, we can’t make plans for that until dad has a job. It’s possible that next month will bring a flurry of hotel bookings and airline ticket purchasing, but for now we wait.
Carter’s 6 year old Macbook is dying and he often has to bang on the screen to bring the picture back. He was asking me to look for the cheapest used replacement for him, even offering me money to speed up the process, but I asked him to hold out just a little while longer. “I promise if dad gets a job, I will buy you a new computer for school. I’ll buy it as soon as the ink dries on his contract.”
Summer plans are in limbo until we get that phone call. We’ve sketched out possibilities, but nothing is set until we have a steady source of income.
None of my blog posts have photos because my iPhone camera is 1/2 broken now and I am determined that it is a want that can wait. 4 years and countless drops have done a number on the image stabilization feature — but if I’m desperate at least there’s always the option of a selfie.
I think I told Caleb that there was zero chance of us taking him to a sushi buffet while dad was still job hunting. I bet he asks for spicy tuna rolls once we know something.
Pretty much anything the kids want that I don’t feel like buying or doing gets put in the “maybe when dad has a job we’ll think about it” pile. Until then, I don’t want to hear about it.
Thankfully I haven’t made any promises to Camille beyond the purchase of a snow-cone after school tomorrow. Since it’s only $1.25, I can swing it.
