Have you ever had one of those days where the forces of the universe converge for one monumental moment to make your life, and only your life, a living hell.  Yeah, having one of those days.  I haven’t posted because well, the universe was busy taking up my time.  Go figure!  Okay, so here’s the jist of it.  I’m starting school in June to become… a Medical Transcriptionist!  Exciting huh?  So I’m trying to get all my info into the school for financial aid, that in and of itself has posed challenges I’ve never faced before.  But it’s exciting and new and will give my family a better life so I’m all for it.  On the opposite end of the spectrum, my husband isn’t too thrilled with his lot in life and wants to change it.  Even if that means relocating to another state.  I’m not so sure about that one.  But I promised to support whatever will make him happy so that’s become a delicate issue to balance.  Oh joy! 

Then there’s our “Future Plans”.  For the first time in ten years we agreed on our future goals, kinda.  My husband’s career choice requires one to be transient, which means our family has to be transient.  Well, after so many years of moving our asses across the country, I’m tired of living as our ancestors once did and I’m ready to stay put.  The best way to stay in one place for any period of time?  Buy a house!  Yup, most of my imagined income from the future job my education will help attain will go towards paying our debt and saving for a down payment.  And eventually help to finance all the extras an apartment doesn’t require, like bigger bills and a lawn mower.  And maybe, possibly, we don’t know yet; adding another member to our family.

Add to this delightful mix some recent medical problems that may prohibit a future family member and some debt, due to said medical problems, and we’ve got a problem.  So what do you get when you have 1 unhappy and indecisive husband+1 possible relocation+a lot more debt+possible secondary infertility?  A whole lot of shit hitting the fan!  Seriously?!?  Someone up stairs must not be too happy with me right now.  While my dear, sweet and loving husband decides if we’re going to uproot the whole family, again.  I’m trying to deal with the emotional, physical and financial ramifications of our -my- new cirrcumstances.  Did I mention he still hasn’t made up his mind about adding a new member to the family?

For those who are wondering if I’m one of those nagging wives that’s incredibly selfish and I just want to “breed”, um, yeah, not so much.  We had this discussion three months ago, it takes him a while to make up his mind, like a year, so I’m just waiting.  He knows about my new medical conditions, but I haven’t detailed the possible ramifications of said conditions.  If he’s that interested he’ll ask or look it up on his own, trust me. 

Okay, back to the universe converging thing… Have you seen those commercials on TV where someone is standing/sitting on a red dot and says, “Oh yeah, I’m there!”  Well, I’m waiting for my red dot.  I think I need one just to show me exactly where the hell “there” is!  And to add insult to injury, my youngest is starting Kindergarten next year.  Who gave him permission to grow up so fast without asking me first?  *sniff*  Oh yeah, I’m there.