Okay, sorry to ask, but, um ... if you pray, meditate, light candles, or think positive thoughts, could you please do your thing for the hope that DH won’t have to go away to work?
I’ve entered the denial stage, I think. Or is it the bargaining stage? Whatever.
Anything will do. Even if he can just get a job locally. I mean, why is it so hard for a man who’s managed three hotels and worked at IBM to find at the very least a minimum wage job? We could deal with that. So what if he’s not so young anymore ... I mean, geeze. He went to Duke. He’s way overqualified. He gets rave reviews wherever he’s worked. When he works, he rarely works less than eighteen hours a day unless he’s not needed. What’s the big deal?
I’ll take a lottery win, too, but ... you know. I’m all for practical solutions. I just want them locally.
Please, universe? Pretty please? I’ll only cheat on eating once every two weeks. I’ll do yoga five times a week and I’ll meditate every day. I’ll volunteer every week. I’ll clean the house every day and make home-cooked meals every week. I’ll write and teach and play until my fingers fall off. I promise.
That’s all I want for Christmas.
On to more fun matters: what do you want for Christmas?