Some things come into our lives that we think is traumatic. The end of work, a relationship, a friendship, etc. When we're facing the end, we rarely look at the beginning. Because, unless you're truly at your end (read: dead), the end of something is often the beginning of another.
My sister may be shutting down her company. Which means, I may be out of a job. I spent the better half of the beginning of the week in a panicked frenzy. Money has been a recent concern for us, with a regular $300 office visit surprisingly not being covered by insurance and Topher's recent visit to the emergency room weighing heftily on our bank account. Then I'm told I might not have a job next month? Which, by the way, is in a couple days.
Then it dawned on me. Ben and I's biggest problem as a couple is that (Ben's view) the house isn't spotless because (Jenna's view) I have to work in so many other areas as well.
This actually might be the break we need. Forcing me into not having a job, we'd simply cut out most of our "dates" (and replace them with at-home date nights), and I would be a housewife; something I'd dreamed and hoped of being ever since I held Christopher in my arms for the first time, crying tears of joy, sleeping not a wink the first night because I was just so filled with joy at being a mother, holding my creation - a person - in my arms.
And by shutting down her sites, maybe my sister will be able to find the relaxation she needs and never gets.
I guess at this point I'm just hypothesizing, but doesn't it seem like these things work themselves out most of the time?
