This whole unemployment thing is getting really, really old. When I first posted, way back in January when my husband got laid off from his job of ten years, you all told me to be prepared. Aside from being amazed how many of you had been through this before, I must candidly say I was also startled by how long it took many of you to find jobs- I thought we would be employed again fairly quickly.

Ha! Shows what I know, eh?

Five loooooong months down the road… la de la. Here we are. Still nothing. There have only been two even somewhat promising opportunities- neither of which went in our favor. We figure we have until the end of July before things get really scary; but I tell you, all is not roses on the other fronts.

We’re stressed. It’s not pretty. DH’s self-image is tanked and his confidence is shot, but he’s still chugging along- and I find myself frightened and hen-pecking him for details and updates, and honestly, feeling fearful and doubtful. I know that’s not rational. I understand he did not cause this, and that he is doing all he can to find work- I also know he is not enjoying this any more than I am- yet, he can be proactive. He can go out and DO something- but I find myself in the uncomfortable boat of the passive passenger.

It’s making me not very nice. I don’t like our life right now. I don’t have much patience with my kids, and since Dad is around so much more, our routine is shot, and everyday is like Saturday. It feels like a freefall, and I am so ready for it to be over.

We’ve tried to protect the kids from out bickering and the details of our financial burden. But they’re smart. Jeffrey asks me at the store if we have enough money for food, Beanie asks when Dad will have a job so he can get the Lego toy he’s been eyeballing, and Abby just blows kisses to everyone.

Yesterday, we found ourselves next to a daycare while sitting at a red light. Jeffrey looked out the car window, watching the kids intently, and said “Mom, do I have to go there if dad doesn’t get a job? I don’t want to go there.” Cringe. Where did he get that idea from? Kids are so much more perceptive than we think.

So, now, almost half a year into this little adventure I didn’t want and wasn’t looking for, I need your advice. Those of you who’ve been through this, tell me how you made it. Tell me how you kept from taking your frustrations out on your husband, and how you kept your kids protected and happy. Cause I tell you what, when I got home from that car ride with Jeffrey, and DH was laying on the couch watching Law and Order reruns, I threw my Swiffer at him. Probably not the best way to move forward. I’m not proud. Help?