I've wanted to be back here. All summer, really. Writing my stories, sharing my life. But it has been a long summer. A hard summer.
I finally feel like I'm in a place where I can talk about it. So much happened so quickly, that I could hardly process it, let alone write about it. But. School is back in session. Life has taken on some semblance of order once again. Without much further ado: my summer.
My husband changed jobs. This, of itself, was a huge blessing. He had hated his job for years. He had been looked over for years, rumors rather than merit created his reputation and his bonus was little more than a slap in the face. The company he was working for, in short, was failing. Still is, in fact but he has left that sinking ship. With the new job came the obvious consequence of new challenges, but it also brought a slightly higher paycheck and better, by far, benefits. This bonus allowed us to move forward with plans that I had been scheming for a while. My baby is almost 4, and I needed another one. The implementation of these better benefits was the permission I was waiting for.