Stress is eating our household alive. If my DH doesn't get the promotion, his job is probably gone in March or April. Believe me when I say there is little hope for him to find another job in his field. And a mid-50s, middle manager man has little hope to find another job. It's grim. The other job candidate who came in is a dynamic young woman who apparently took the place by storm.
So we're getting out of town. Turning off all the phones, computers, you name it. No checking email or looking at messages. We're gone all next week. The decision will probably come within a week of getting back. We're ostensibly celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary. But I'm not sure I can manage to continue being light and celebratory. DH had to tell management what he thought of the other candidate and when I saw his note I almost died. He really pointed out all her good points and gave her high praise. He may have cinched the deal for her. Too late to do anything about it.
Yes, I'm in full stress attack mode and I hope to heaven that I'm worrying over nothing. I keep telling him that no matter what the outcome, it will all work out. But I don't believe it. I can see us losing our house and everything we have. My sons have both been looking for jobs for the past four months without success. I'm pretty close to the end of my ability to keep smiling.
Okay, that's all. I could use lots of prayers and the like. I could use optimism if I could just find some. I'm not sewing right now. Everything I try to start, I just mess up royally. It's too hard to concentrate. I'm taking some embroidery thread and a bit of canvas with me on the trip. I think it will be good to just concentrate on thread and stitching for a bit. No patterns or even great ideas, just practicing pretty stitches from a pretty book.
Hugs to all of you, I'm keeping you all in my prayers and happy dancing like crazy for everybody, Sunny