The Car. Shawn went to the mechanic and was told that he probably didn't really need an entire new engine if we had been able to do a couple 50 mile round trips to the Valley, (where our doctors and my mom are). So they have decided to just fix the head gasket and go from there. I think we are dropping the car off this Monday. So cross your fingers.
The Kids. Scout, well she's doing wonderfully. She's smiling a lot now, which I absolutely love. It makes me giddy. In the mornings when she's done eating and it's diaper time, she lays back and smiles and makes cooing sounds. It's bliss. Jem on the other hand, well we've had a tough week with him. I'd like to chalk it up to being a boy. (If you have boys, tell me your horror stories, they will make me feel better.) He also had to go to the dentist yesterday and you could only imagine. FOUR cavities and they have to extract a baby tooth, (a molar). So we have three more appointments in the next month or so. Lovely.
The lifestyle. Yes. My lifestyle may have to change a bit. I was warned that I may have to take a $400 a month pay cut and it's killing me. They don't know for sure. But it's expected to start for next month if it does go through. *sigh* I've had a heavy weight sitting in my stomach since yesterday. While we do have a few luxuries, (and believe me it's not like we are driving a Jag and going bar hopping in the Bahamas), we aren't financially well off. We make things work, but that's getting old. But now, well I don't know. Shawn was offered to work for his company on Saturdays and that would make up the difference. (While financially that would be great, I feel selfish in thinking: "We don't have much time together as it is, if he works Saturdays then what?" and "I really don't want him to have to be responsible for my bills alone.") Then there's the option of me taking a p/t job somewhere in the evenings/weekends, so that I can still stay home with Scout during the day and make a few extra bucks to keep us afloat. I don't think Shawn wants me to do that though. I think he'd rather work the extra day a week and have me stay home with Jem and Scout. He's wonderful isn't he. I'll have to let him know that.
But everything else, well everything else is ok. I'm trying to keep my chin up, (like I tell so many others when things aren't looking too good), and keep the anxiety at bay. I know in the end things will be fine, as they always turn out. It's just all those "what if's" in between, you know?
What if I went and knit?
My second sock might get done.