It’s summer, so my daughter is out of school (going to the 5th grade in the fall). Today was my husband’s last day of work for the school year. He teaches high school physics. If worst comes to worst, he will have to go back to teach in fall (he did sign the next year teacher contract, but if he breaks it before July 6, there are no ramifications; if he breaks it later, he won’t be able to teach in his school district for 1 year, so not really a huge penalty.) He has been offered a 1 year visiting professorship at a university (he has his Ph.D., used to have great paying jobs at NASA, but the government pulled much of NASA’s funding for research, so he’s had to teach high school). Unfortunately, the university cannot make hubby a firm written offer as they have a hiring freeze on as some accounting glitch has been found, going back years and years. The provost and professors in the department assure him he will be offered the job, but to have nothing firmly committed to paper is nerve-wracking. I don’t even think we can survive another year with our mortgage and other expenses on a high school teacher’s salary, so we are both chewing our nails. Because of BP, I don’t work, but a teacher makes too much money for us to qualify for any type of aid.

Anyway, now anxious about adjusting to a summer schedule, both daughter and hubby at home. In some ways, it’s good. In others, not. I liked not making lunch if I didn’t feel like it or napping whenever (hubby gets on me when I sleep too much and nags me to get my meds adjusted). I am slowly adjusting to a new pdoc too (old pdoc of 10 years retired). I am having very high anxiety about finances, God, I hope it will be OK. Just get me through this summer.