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Part 1 of 3 – Business & Babies

**I found that I couldn’t combine all topics into one post. Thus the numbering system. Stay tuned.

Bobby is officially no longer a partner of his company. The contract has been signed, the buy-out check as been cashed, and the handshakes have been shook. The word “relief” doesn’t even begin to describe it. I am plumb damn giddy.

The change in him as been amazing, truly. He’s sleeping better. He’s not constantly obsessing about the same situations over and over. And over. He’s buzzing around like a little happy worker bee, cleaning house & doing laundry & cooking dinner, all with an earbud in his ear, trying to work a deal. It’s actually a bit comical — the domestic business Bobby.

The buy-out money pushed our “in the red” date back to March 15th. And because of this, I’M sleeping better. We’re still keeping the whiteboard out, though… the one with a big, red OH-SHIT date circled. Our health insurance is still lapsing as of next week, which is pretty scary to me. The “what if” monsters have lots to say about that — what if we have a wreck? what if we somehow end up in the emergency room with 1000’s of dollars in medical bills? what if I get pregnant & can’t afford the high-risk regimen & lose another baby because we’re uninsured?

And then I tell myself that yeah, all of that would really suck. So let’s worry about it if/when it happens.

Oh, and in case anyone’s keeping up with these things, the November cycle didn’t work. I’m very unpregnant. Still. And you know what? I don’t even care that much. We’ll try again in December. If it doesn’t work in December, though, I’ll probably care. My 32nd birthday is coming & my eggs are rotting.

Good god, I can’t believe I’m almost 32 and still haven’t managed to successfully birth a child. I’m know I’m not alone in bloggy-world, but in my real, everyday life, I feel like the Lone Effing Ranger.

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w00t!

Good things:

  • Bobby sold a portion of his equipment, which covers our expenses until January 5th. WOOT!
  • I’m officially starting as an almost-full-time (as in 33.5 hrs per week) employee at the little daycare in 2 wks. WOOT!
  • We keep our house like a meat locker during the winter… our choice, not because of money. Just got a refund from the natural gas company due to them overcharging us with levelized billing — $400 arrived today like a little Christmas present. WOOT!
  • Bobby’s mom wrote us an unsolicited check for 5 months of mortgage payments… she insisted that we cash in and put it in savings for emergencies. We’re not using it and are planning to refund her after Bobby gets a job, but it’s really freakin’ nice to have a safety net. WOOT!

And it’s not money, but still makes me super-excited… if Boston College loses today or if Clemson wins today, Clemson has a shot of being the ACC Champion for the first time since 1991. WOOT!

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cancelling Christmas

Have to say that I am loving the comments that you folks are leaving… thanks for sharing and letting me know that we’re not the only one in the “oh shit, sell everything, make minimum pymts on your baby for 100 years” boat.

I think that Bobby may have a buyer for some of his video equipment — if it works out, we’ll have Dec covered financially. Which means we won’t be going negative until Jan 5th, when our Jan mortgage pymt drafts. Of course, that’s assuming that we do absolutely NO. THING. for Christmas as far as gifts are concerned. Which sucks. It’s not a big deal with the adults because we kinda quit doing Christmas when Mama left… but for Maggie & Sadie, I really want/NEED to do gifts.

Ugh. This blows.

Oh wait. I’m not worrying about this. I almost forgot.

The ladies at my little job promised to put me at the top of subbing list, and have scheduled me for 4 mornings in the next two weeks. And there’s a little potential morning position opening up in Dec that may work out, which combined with my afternoons in the two-year-old room, would make the job almost full-time. Fingers crossed.

I just noticed how many “if’s” and “maybe’s” there are in the preceding paragraphs. Blarg.

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money (or lack thereof)

So I haven’t sold my laptop… yet.

Despite the impending doom of Dec 15th, I’m now feeling a lack of care. Well, maybe a lack of freak-out is more accurate. I mean, what are ya gonna do? It sucks, and we’re trying to fix it. Yes, I doubled my happy pills. Heh.

Bobby’s been driving all over the place meeting with people, calling contacts about job openings, and negotiating his exit from the company. There’s a fire under his little Bobby-butt. I like it. And I’ve been talking to my bosses as well — just trying to communicate, letting them know where things stand.

One thing has become apparent in the last few days — that there are people who want to help us. We didn’t ask… they offered. Not with money or charity (which we don’t want), but with suggestions, leads on jobs, & offering support. It’s a nice feeling.

This situation has forced me to really think about my little job. Basically, there are two trains of thought: there’s the financial train, which is to quit and find something that pays more & offers more hours, regardless of what it is. And there’s the non-financial train, which is staying at my little job despite the measly pay because I LIKE IT. I mean, really, how often do you find a job you like?! Not often. For now, I’m sticking with it… I feel a bit selfish putting anything before our finances, but I figure that through the demise of three start-up companies, I’ve earned it. At the risk of sounding like one of the two-year-olds in my class, it’s my turn. Damn it.

Have I thought about going back to manufacturing and/or purchasing? Yes. Does the mere thought make me want to vomit? Every single time I think about it.

We’re still hitting the red on Dec 15th… that hasn’t changed. And we may be losing our health insurance. But ya’ll know what? (Here’s that lack of care again)… As financially irresponsible as it is, we’re still going to try to for another pregnancy this month. It’s completely reckless and rash, but I’m just beyond the point of caring about all the rational, responsible, “adult” reasons that we should wait to have a baby. Screw the reasons.

I’ll bet the lack of health insurance will be the magic ingredient for a healthy pregnancy… the out-of-pocket status will do what nothing else could. And my capricious attitude may be temporary, but screw it. Life sucks ass sometimes. You gotta grab what you can.

And that’s my completely irresponsible and un-Sarah-like thoughts for today.  Ta-dah.

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& in other news…

I have a job! Yes, that’s right, folks, I said J-O-B. As in gainful employment.

Those of you who’ve been keeping track (that would be my husband) know that I’ve been completely unemployed since I up and quit my soul-crushing job in Jun-08. Tomorrow I’m rejoining the working world part-time at our new-to-us church’s childcare center. I’m subbing as needed in the mornings, and working every afternoon wrangling 2-yr-olds. Muaha-ha-ha. A classroom full of 2’s… ohhh, the entertainment that’s in my future!

During the last 15 months — holy crap, 15 MONTHS! — of unemployment, I’ve had many reactions to my SAHNM (stay-at-mom-non-mom) status. My favorite is probably the mouth dropped open in a look of incredulousness, followed by an indignant “So what do you DO all day?!?” Valid question? Yes. Should I have to justify myself to random, rude people? No. Oh, stupid people. Gotta love ‘em :)

So today I’m enjoying my last day of “retirement” with Maggie Sunshine… she just patted my hand as  I type, leaned against me & said “Sassy, I lu you.”

Awwwwww, my heart.

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