I've had quite a lesson regarding being careful what you wish for. For the last week I've been lamenting the end of our summer, and it does make me sad that our carefree days are over. However, it means that my husband (and soon myself) are going back to work. These last couple of days have reminded me that we should be grateful for work and our jobs.
Last evening was a contract vote at my husband's school. There was the very real possibility the vote was going to reject the contract, and strike talk was beginning. My husband has never wanted to strike and certainly didn't want to now, but the contract is pretty abysmal. It still doesn't completely allay our concerns about his job, but right now I know that we'll get through this year. One of the main reasons my husband didn't want to strike was the fact that he was concerned the school would be able to replace the staff and they would all lose their jobs. Right now there are so many unemployed teachers that it was not beyond the realm of possibility. I suddenly felt like our entire future was up for grabs, and it was scary. Suddenly, the prospect of having him home was terrifying, and it reminded me to be grateful for his job...very, very grateful.
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