I had a glorious week and a half as a stay-at-home-mommy! I spent my days working on getting the apartment clean and organized, reading books to my son, teaching him sign language, having random dance parties and watching him grow, learn and develop. I was living my dream!
Until Friday. I heard Max pull up an hour before he was supposed to get off work. As I listened to him walk up the stairs with our sleeping baby on my lap, I hoped they just let him out early due to it being a slow Friday. When he opened the door, I knew. Before he even held up the check. His face was gray, body language dejected. He told me what happened, which wasn't much. His boss told him that they didn't need him anymore, it was nothing he did, they just talked and didn't need him.
We had budgeted to live on one income, not none. We have enough money to make it through the next month, after that, who knows. So, desperate times call for desperate measures. Max is applying for jobs locally and up to an hour and a half south of here. I don't want to move away from my mom and sisters, but if that's what we have to do, that's what we have to do. The simple fact is that the economy in our home county is horrible. I know it's bad everywhere, but here, it's nasty. The cost of living is high and family wage jobs are few and far between. South of here, it's much better. The cost of living is a bit lower and rent is comparable. The same jobs as up here pay more and have health benefits.
I may or may not be returning to the work force. Ideally Max will have a job, any job, quickly and I won't need to. However, if needed, I will do what I have to for my family. I think we are still planning on moving, eventually, but for now, we just need an income.