So I was let go from my job at BabyCenter today. 75% of the writers were. I know it's the economy. I know it has nothing to do with my many years of performance there. I get, on a cognitive level, that the pay was not huge, nor was the pay-off. It was nothing personal.
Of course this didn't keep me from hanging up the phone shrieking, "Fired! FIRED! I was given the virtual ax for a virtual life not lived well enough and next I'll be let go at Good Housekeeping and then I'll never work again for AS LONG AS I LIVE."
Then I got a hold of myself and decided that it was God's call to action to be more present with my children.
Bookcases. I'd finally re-do the bookcases for the kids. The camping room, which is now nothing but a myriad of plaid quilts and mis-matched furniture, would finally get completed. Blue hutches would become rustic red to match the cream walls that have not yet been painted but would get done just as soon as I finished the furniture.
I decided to spray paint instead of using a brush to save time.
But doing it in the wind? Kind of not the most brilliant idea on the planet.
I'm trying to stay positive. I'm trying to stay positive about being fired and Rex being out of town and my neighbor forgetting that even though I clean her house two hours a week so that she can watch my kids while I go to class she forgot and now THIS.
More of my writing can be found daily at BabyCenter (for two weeks only because I suck apparently) and Good Housekeeping.