Finally, a few pieces of good news to post, and on a Monday, no less!
I went to our Fed Ex World Services office (which I just recently learned about), instead of Fed Ex Kinko's. The woman at the counter had actually HEARD of the country of Haiti and KNEW where in the world it was (a first for local Fed Ex employees!). She scheduled our package to arrive on Wednesday at the cost of $52. So, by waiting an extra day, I managed to save an entire day (delivery on Wed. instead of Thursday) and $30 (since the other gal tried to get me at $80 something).
So I did a Monday Happy Dance right there with the kids in the Fed Ex parking lot.
My second bit of good news is that I have a Job Interview next week. Wow!
I haven't worked outside the home in quite a while. Not since our Milwaukee years. I'm a bit nervous, but excited. It's a part-time seasonal position, and the hours accommodate our family very well.
The adoption has drained us financially. The cost of the DNA testing was the final nail in our savings coffin, taking the money we had set aside to pay for the boys' Visas and leaving us with a big fat "there's nothing left." We will receive a decent reimbursement from Cliff's company, plus the tax benefits, but that is only after the boys are home. Never did I think 18 months later we would still be waiting for both the boys and the financial rescue. We have managed to string ourselves along, but things like the huge costs incurred by broken appliances, a wonky furnace, rising utility bills and holiday gift expenses wake me up in the night, worrying.
The timing is working quite well for us. The boys won't be home until next year, so I can work through the holiday season without disruption. We had set aside every bit of Cliff's vacation time this year for the boys' homecoming, which isn't happening, so he is able to take some time off for my job training (if I get the job.) We switched to year-round schooling and are taking most of December off, so if I work a late night shift, I don't have to be mentally alert by 7:30 am to begin our homeschool day.
So I feel good about that too. I know that some days will be long, and I'll be tired, but that's okay. I always look to my Mister as my motivation/inspiration. For the first 1.5 years of our marriage, the fellow worked his tail off from 6 am to 6:30 pm, coming home for dinner, going to bed, and then waking up at 2 am for a newspaper delivery route. Seeing how terribly hard he worked to keep me at home to raise our children is so very humbling. He's even offered to take one on again, but I said absolutely not. It's now my turn to pitch in the income department. If the Mister can manage that insane schedule for 1.5 years, I can handle 20 hours a week for a couple of months.
The last time I went on a job interview was in my pre-Paloma years. Meaning my interview clothing is pre-Paloma sizes. Bwwwahahahaha! Like I'll get back in those suckers again!
Ahhh, what a Monday. Good for some big news. And a big laugh.