Husband and I will be furloughed starting next week. You know things are bad when they don’t have work for nurses.
Life is strange. Our inspection was yesterday and we’re not even sure if we will even qualify for a loan anymore.
Have we overreacted? Or is this just what it costs to do the right thing to “flatten the curve?” Hospitals are having the complete opposite issue of overwhelm that everyone was afraid of.
This whole thing is such a mess. We are lucky though. We had my brothers house to stay in temporarily; much more space, crib is already here, and our dog has a backyard. My mother was able to come in and watch our daughter while we both worked. My parents say they can help with the house. Everyone is healthy. It could be so much worse.
But I can’t help having those feelings of why. Why now? Why couldn’t our furloughs have been a month or two from now? Why did we lose out on 6 houses before? Why did we get this one?
But I’m also oddly calm with it all. I do feel like everything will be fine. I have options. And my family is all going to get through this together.
But I need to focus on progressing instead of regressing. I’ve leaned on cigarettes to help soften some of the blow and that just needs to stop for obvious reasons. I need to work out more. I need to eat better. Get fit. This is no time to wallow in self-pity. I’ve got too much shit to live for