
We're about out of unemployment. Rob's wrangling with bureaucrats, trying to get approval for another tier he thinks he should get, but no luck yet. So now instead of paying all our bills on the extremely-straitened my-paycheck-plus-unemployment plan, we're barely paying all our bills on the my-paycheck-plus-savings plan. And savings are starting to run out. A few months to go, but not much longer. We'll do our taxes after the first of the year, and that'll give us another bump, but with the changes in the tax table, I don't think we're getting as large a refund as last year. Rob thinks he'll have another census gig in January which will keep the wolf from the door a little longer, but only for a month or two.
Have I mentioned lately that my husband needs a job? PLEASE, you have any job leads, please, please send them our way. After the savings in our emergency funds are gone, the next step is starting to raid the girls' college funds. Great timing, considering that we're seriously looking for colleges for Fiona now. I really REALLY don't want to do that.
God, it's been a year and a half. Please, God, please. Give him a job.