But I don't want to live my life and think, Gee, too bad we were homeless, either.
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Our plan was for Brent to work overtime to make up my income, and he earned a position that gave him a decent amount of overtime JUST as I resigned so it seemed made in heaven. The downside to heaven is, sometimes life on earth is not. Heaven, that is. Brent's employer has this weird, convoluted, multi faceted process for approving overtime (which has already been worked!! And submitted). This means overtime payout is often significantly delayed. Like from June to October. And also frequently it will be paid out in large chunks, so half of it disappears in taxes because it looks suddenly like we're super rich. Which we are compared to much of the world but that doesn't really improve my access to groceries and gas for a family of six people, two cats, and one rabbit. We get that chunk back at tax return time but THAT DOESN'T HELP ME NOW, DOES IT??! Anyways, that doesn't really work as a way to replace my income. We never know when we're getting basic pay (which leaves us $40 for two weeks of groceries and $80 for two weeks of gas, and nothing else), or overtime pay. BOUNCE payment, BOUNCE payment, BOUNCE.
So after trying this out for about 9 months, I said fuck it. I'm an adult, I'm smart, I'm capable, I'm experienced, I'm talented, and I'm driven. I'm getting me a damn job. We're a team, so let's TEAM IT UP.
We'd love to move out of this area, which was recently rated the most expensive housing costs in the entire world (although we'd miss everything and everybody ASIDE from the expensive houses) but at this point we are locked in to Brent's current geographical job location. So, I must work.
I feel a TON of emotions about this fact. First, I feel relief. I will have to scale back and let tons of stuff go. I will have to hunker down and save every spare emotional kilojoule of energy for my family. This is good. I feel relief that we won't have to feel so much stress anymore, so much worry, and bounce so many things. We have no cushion, no emergency fund, no travel allowance, no school photo fund, NOTHING. That's no way to live because in life you have to expect the unexpected. Yes?
I've been driving around in a van with a broken heater/air conditioner FOR A YEAR. We didn't even have money for a replacement heater from the scrapyard. =( Well, now we will have a second income to fix van heaters and purchase school photos and maybe even go out on a date every once in awhile. Not that we will have TIME mind you.
I just hit a wall, with the stress and the effing nonfunctioning budget and the rice and beans. There were a few times that Brent and I were pretty hungry. We had to save the food for the kids, you know? That only happened a few times. But it still happened (Brent's parents' freezer is full to the brim with frozen food. They let us raid it a few times last spring, that is how we ate when things got bare around here). So. You see where I'm coming from, here? I'm an adult, smart, capable, talented, driven: = job.
[Another option is to sell the house and downsize. This is possible but not entirely practical. Housing market for townhouses is abysmal right now, which makes us vulnerable to getting stuck here for longer. Many townhouses in the size we need for six people are close to $420,000; add strata fees, etc, and you are close to our house now for monthly payments, etc. But add in a lack of privacy and autonomy via strata. Plus, we would lose in interest and realtor's fees, not the wisest financial choice long term].
I've been hunting for something that fits my skill set and personality, yet is less physically demanding than my previous job. I applied for a few things outside my field; it is very hard to break into something new! But I knew I'd find something. I just had to keep trucking.
For the first time since high school, I wasn't looking for a career building job. I don't mind if it turns INTO a career, but what I mean is I was wide open to any possibility~I applied at the township, rec centre, Big Sisters Vancouver, I considered applying to Amazon and a few others as well. I wanted a good paycheque and a positively ranked employer. I'm tired of being mistreated by employers, it is time to work for a company that appreciates its work force and whose employees enjoy working for them. (rather than enjoy work, despite them). I stumbled across a job for a nearby city that pays well and is well ranked by employees, is interesting and stimulating, and works well with my previous work experience. It's a fifty four million step process to get hired but I'm pretty close to the end of that process. I will see real work pretty soon. Real pay. Real skill development. Real outside of mommy world friends. Real conversations with real adults.
It is shift work, which makes childcare a freaking nightmare. So we're looking into hiring an Au Pair. That's like an exchange student who doesn't go to school, and who babysits your kids for pay. I looked into being an Au Pair when I was just out of high school, but it just never worked. It's a way to travel, see the world, immerse yourself in a culture, and deepen your knowledge of another language (if necessary). Au Pair's commit to 3 to 12 months with a family, live with them, become a part of their family, travel, eat, and hang out with them, earn money looking after their kids, and then use that money to travel around once their commitment is finished (or on shorter trips on weekends or weeks where they aren't needed for babysitting). This way, you have a cultural exchange (which we were totally interested in doing anyways), live in help (which makes both of us doing shift work so much more possible), and cheaper childcare costs. It's cheaper than a nanny and actually, with four kids? It's cheaper than daycare. The kids are in their own home, their own beds, their own routines, and there are three adults living in the house. Sometimes Brent and I will work the same shifts and sometimes we won't. Sometimes we will need to both sleep during the day, or be gone all night. Live in help makes it so much less stressful.
The downside to an Au Pair is that it is temporary. You can apply for another Au Pair when yours leaves, but your kids have to switch care providers a few times a year. Also, you have less control over who comes into your home; they are screened and matched with families by an agency that guarantees them, but still it is not the same as a nanny, who you interview and get to know before hiring them. However there is no bloody way we can afford a nanny, it would make it not worth it for me to go to work at ALL. I'd take home about $5 an hour and no job makes that worth it.
|Aren't they cute? I can't sell them short.|
I'm afraid of the impact of less time with my kids. I'm afraid it will cost them more than I'm willing to ask. I'm afraid they will miss me. I'm afraid Amarys will cry. I'm afraid my house will be a constant pigsty disaster and lose its peacefulness. I'm afraid my life will whip by and I won't have time to savor it. I'm afraid I will damage my kids by working. I don't know why. I didn't damage them before when I worked. In theory I think having mothers who work outside the home can be good for kids, broadening their village and helping them to see their parents in empowered roles, as good role models of balance and as an example of how we are more than simply parents. We have a life and talent outside our children (this is totally possible without an actual paying job, by the way), which can be demonstrated by working. It can also be demonstrated by having balance in life an striving to maintain relationships, hobbies, outreach and volunteer work, etc, etc. But it CAN be demonstrated by working as well. But I still fear that I'm wrong. That my theory is wrong and I'm damaging my kids by working again.
|Who can resist underwear hats?|
Brent feels a heavy burden to provide for us financially, and I just want to carry that WITH him rather than watch him slave so hard and work so much overtime and still NEVER get ahead. Still feel so stressed on payday. Still have to negotiate what to bounce and what to pay, every month. Still have to borrow money from our parents, sometimes. Enough is enough, we are becoming a dual income home, period. I'm going back to work. And you guys? Cheer me on. Remind me on the hard days that I can do it. That I'm strong enough. That God will carry me through, and carry my kids through. That my kids would be protected from the big, bad world, and all its hurts. That I can still savor my life. And their kisses. And homegrown peace.