My husband turned 40 today. He’s had some trouble with this; I think it has more to do with his job (or lack thereof) than actual age, but it could be a combination of the two things. I want so badly to encourage and help him, but I’ve been depressed myself. Both people in a relationship should not be depressed at the same time, let me tell you.
All in all, it was an ok day. I had hoped it would be better; I’m getting up with both children all week to give my husband a week’s break. Unfortunately, I forgot to check with my 4-month-old daughter. She decided to cry a good portion of today, unlike the happy girl she’s been for the past week. Sigh. Well, I did the best I could to soothe her and to keep her father and brother happy as well. I think I did reasonably well, all things considered. Still, it would have been nice if she could have fussed tomorrow instead.
The job situation is not coming along at all – for either of us. I started sending out resumes about two weeks ago (I can’t remember exactly) and, while I knew people wouldn’t be busting down the door, I had actually thought I might receive a call or two (not from agencies). Ah well. Apparently, I am an eternal optimist! Still, I guess it isn’t that bad (for me) yet. I still hope he gets a job before I do; I really think it would work out for the best that way.