Unemployed! (and Preschool)

Yes, they said they were demoting me because of special needs child. But! They kept me at the same salary, reversed themselves on the "demotion" (can you say lateral move?).

And then fired me in late July.

So. How are you?

I was curiously calm about the situation. No, seriously. I am not a calm person. But (originally) this did not have me panicked.

Preschool. That had (has?) me panicked.

Spunx goes to a special needs preschool. He had to compete and apply for a position, but the process was fairly painless. Fairly. Completely inefficient, mind bogglingly wasteful, but fairly painless. (To be clear FINDING the school is crazy stupid; the school is lovely.)

He's acclimated (better than I have), and will happily get into the yellow bus. and I'm sitting here thinking HE'S THREE.

Where did the time go?

Time to get a job

Last week

To be clear, I'm not undergoing any treatment. In fact, a few times I'm voiced the desire to have more children to anyone other than H, the response has been... not supportive. My father even said I was "selfish" to think about having another child while Spunx was having problems.

But last week.

Last week I thought I was pregnant.

It was awesome.

I couldn't keep anything down. Various body parts felt aflame. Dry heaves. Etc.

It was awesome.

We'd recently switched to a GFCF diet (because that's what's you do). We'd been to see a fringe physician who specialized in Autism. He asked a lot (A LOT) of questions, and when we mentioned problems with IF, Wacky Doc blamed gluten. And said that if we followed his guidelines, we could get pregnant. That easy.

So.

This week, I'm having my period.