I wrote this yesterday, but didn’t post it . . .
Last night I woke up about 12 times and each time I’d been dreaming that Josh woke up, checked his email and there was no news about his job. Then on the 13th time he did wake up and check his email and there was no news about his job, but since I’d already lived it 12 times over it wasn’t a surprise. I guess I’ve become a modern-day Joseph and God is revealing the future through my dreams. In that case, tonight I’m hoping for sweet sleep full of job offers, beach vacations, and 12 grandchildren. (I’m planning to be the best grandma ever. I just need to pick my #coolgrandma name and I’ll be set.)
Technically, tomorrow is the last day of the week, the week where we are supposed to find out either way. When we wake up in the morning it will be after close of business on Friday . . . tick-tock.
TODAY: NOW IT’S PAST THE END OF THE WEEK AND I’M STILL IN LIMBO
Yesterday I wrote the above, we went to church, taught kids church, and the day was great, but by late afternoon the stress was getting to me. I feel like such a whiner cause it’s not like I’m waiting for a cancer diagnosis or some other terrible life changing news. We’re waiting to hear about a job. A good thing. But here I am, holding stress in my jaw and shoulders and feeling on edge. So around 7pm last night I crawled in bed, didn’t eat dinner, and went to sleep. Just like a toddler who needs to end the day and start over again tomorrow. Josh took the kids out to eat and mama checked out.
So now we’re in the weekend — both here and in the US. We can guess at why it’s taking so long and say things like, “If it were a no, it would be a quick response” or “maybe it’s taking longer because they are arguing over who to hire” or “it could be that putting together a salary package for overseas with kids is more complicated and taking longer,” but the short answer is we don’t know and we don’t know why we don’t know. But as soon as we do know, you’ll know.