I'm crashing. I can feel it. I can't keep up the happy facade anymore. I'm exhausted.
I'm scared of actually finding a job, but I'm also scared of not finding one. I'm just scared.

I applied for the "free or reduced lunch program" for my older son at school. Can't even afford his school lunches anymore.
Thursday we have an appointment to apply for WIC for the little guy. He should qualify. That would help so much.
Hubby is not happy about me applying for those things. Just more proof that he failed his family (that's how he sees it, not me).