In mourning

Okay, I must admit that title is very melodramatic compared to what I am in mourning about. 

In my previous post I talked about Joe waiting on another job and if he got a certain one I could possibly quit work (which, lets be honest I would much rather be at home then working, my dream has always been to be a stay-at-home mom).  Well the good news is he got the manager position that we were really hoping that he would get.  The bad news is they did not offer enough money for me to be able to quit.  I would still have to work part time even with him working this new job.  I was ok with that.  A little bummed but part time is definetly much better than full time.  So last Thursday I told my boss that I would be going part time, and let me tell you it felt fabulous.  It felt liberating!

So why am I mourning you might ask?  Friday (remember this is the day after I told my boss I would be part time) Joe found out he missed the time to sign up for benefits.  I currently am the one who gets the benefits.  There is no way that I can go to part time until January when his benefits will kick in.  Now I have to go and tell my boss "Just kidding, you thought I was going part time and so did I BUT not so".  Now I have to mentally prepare myself to be working this much until January.  It is really hard.  Especially since I was so excited to cut down on my hours.  Oh well.  I know that life could be worse.  At least I have a job.