My husband leaves our home tomorrow to drive miles away for a job. I feel like the old west - you know the movies that played in the little boy's head in A Christmas Story? Old tinny music is playing in the background, me in my babushka and thigh high boots, weeping into a lacy hanky. While Mike rides off on our only mule for better wages and a way to feed his little chiles! Oh how the mind works!!
Truth be told, it was inevitable. Work here in the Chicago area is few and far between. The main areas, the metro areas of Chicago are in deep doo-doo because they don't know how to handle money. And there's so much of everyone helping a family member that no one is actually working - they're too busy looking over their shoulders while they make sure that their cousin five times removed has a job as a janitor at the local library. It's really sad. Why not try finding a job on your qualifications... what an idea?
So, we hunker down, we do the best we can. We hope to save our lives, and try to keep a smile, and an old time movie playing on in the background, while we work through the malarky silly men in beautiful suits made for us.
And onto a bowl of popcorn.....
A woman, a mother, a wife learning to trust in Christ as she steps out of what has been her "norm."
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