So my hubby has now been out of work for a month. He has sent several applications, but no calls or interviews. I gathered what I could, his supervisor at the job he had when we married was willing to send a letter saying that the materials we needed had been destroyed when the current company bought out the old one. My doctor's office had a copy of one card, and by writing to almost every insurance company I could think of, I was able to get one more piece of verification for the third company. I took them all in, and the worker said that because the copy of the card I brought in didn't have my name on it, she wasn't sure if they could take it. It had my husband's name and said family plan underneath.
So now I sit here, making myself think positive thoughts, submitting applications for hubby whenever I see something he may be considered for, and watching my kidlette take her first steps into adulthood.
Last friday was the graduation ceremony. I was so incredibly proud to see her walk across the stage. She and I fought so hard to get her to this point. Born with FASD, she has had to deal with low muscle tone, sensory integration disorder, anxiety, and depression. My job was to stand by her, encourage her any way I could, and fight the system for her benefit. It was worth every second, and I would do it over if I had to.
I feel this is a bit disjointed, but that's the way I'm feeling, disjointed, scattered. I know that something good is coming, I'm holding on to the rope that keeps me grounded while a hurricane is blowing all around me. Everything is going to be good, I know that to my toes. It's just the getting there that is hard.
Till next time!
