Okay, I guess I am, a little bit. I'm glad Rick has a job that pays decently. It's just that now that he's been shifted out to the plant floor, in the bindery, it seems to have changed everything. Now he's at the mercy of schedulers who give him mandatory overtime (more money, yes, but no Rick at home) even on the weekends, and he leaves early every morning and comes home late every night and he's dead tired.
What I hate most about this is that he's got so much more to offer than a plant job. I wouldn't be bothered if it were just a menial 9-5 thing because he's always had to have one of those. It's always been the way he's been able to be in the ministry and do what he's REALLY equipped to do. But now he's working so hard and so long at the plant that I'm not seeing that he has anything left to give.
It just started this past Monday. If it keeps up like it has been this week, I'm not sure how much longer he's going to be able to do it. Again, it's not that the work is hard; it's that it's hard AND that he has to do it for ten hours, six days a week.
I guess we'll live through it. We've always managed to make it before, and God has never led us anywhere without there being a purpose. I am thankful he HAS a job, and that I have a job now too.
I'm a leetle worried because the kids will be becoming latchkeys. Both Rick and I have to leave earlier in the morning than they do, so they're going to have to get themselves onto the bus. The bus for Alice and Isaac does come to our front door, however, because of her disabilities, which is a blessing. And then they'll be coming home before we do as well, so they'll have to let themselves into the house. I don't doubt they can do it; I had to do it when I was their age, and I survived. But I'm a mommy, and mommies worry.
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