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momentum

seriously? every time i look at this picture
i start giggling all over again. that hat!
his pose! he looks like he's SINGING!
sometimes just when i feel like i am stuck in a rut, suddenly there's ACTION.

i've been officially unemployed for a month tomorrow. and if you've ever been unemployed and job searching, you know it's a pretty craptastic process. you send out a million resumes, hear back on maybe three, two of which tell you "we've already found a more qualified candidate," repeat ad nauseum.

i've been exceptionally blessed to find that i know some amazing people willing to go to bat for me, so i have that going for me. but as the days poured into weeks, the initial onrush of possibilities slows down and ...  you ... wait ... and wait ...

and then. last week i had a couple of interviews. i have a second interview for one position tomorrow. i have an interview with another company monday. slowly but surely, this process is working itself out. hopefully it won't be too long before i've got a new professional home. (and today i actually believe that. some days ... not so much.)

but through it all, here's the one thing that has helped me keep my momentum going: my family. we've kept the routine for john by keeping him in daycare, and lo and behold, that means routine for mommy, too. and of course my husband's daily life hasn't changed, so we get up in the mornings and have breakfast and go about our business.

and all of that has helped me keep my momentum. it would be so easy to fall into a slump ... except that my awesome family keeps me afloat. i have my icky days, believe you me ... but mostly, these boys buoy me up and keep me smiling, and the fact that they love me makes me know for sure it'll all be ok.

(besides, with a kid who randomly runs into the room wearing that hat above and proceeds to dance around talking about the "cat-a-pill-ah" on his shirt, how could anyone fall in a slump ever?)

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