the plan was to take 3 months off and have a job by october. guess what? it’s fucking october.
i feel ridiculously low motivation to find a job. except that we’re near broke and may not make it through the year without help. “help,” as in, “hey dad. do you have an extra car to give us again? we can’t afford our lease anymore, and the 1996 piece of crap can’t make it down the street.”
2 boys to feed, clothe, shelter and insure. that’s some motivation right there.
living mortgage payment to mortgage payment. finding a job that will pay for more than childcare feels impossible.