Technically we're not unemployed anymore. We got an offer and we accepted it. It wasn't from the company my husband interviewed with, or anywhere else he'd applied for a job. It was from my mom.
I'm going to do office work at her business, and my husband will launch a shiny new sales career.
We decided that in the long run, this is the best option for our family. The near future, however, is going to hurt. We have to move to the Gulf Coast just in time for summer. The A/C in our car doesn't work.
We have to sell or rent our house in Oklahoma. My mom is letting us stay with her until we get our feet back under us, and that is a huge help. On the other hand, I'm moving back into my childhood bedroom with a husband, 1.5 kids, and two cats. Some pride-swallowing is involved.
And oh, the cats. One of my cats hates everything that meows. So does my mom's cat. He's already waking my mom up at dawn hissing at my sister's cats. Did I mention my sister's cats are also staying at my mom's? She's running a refugee camp.
I'm not sure if we're pursuing a grand vision of the future or if we're insane. Likely both.