Alright, so now that my husband is done with school, we can really start living the dream, right? I mean, of course this is the way it will work: He is going to find a teaching job immediately; I’ll continue to work so we can save up to buy the new car we need, and to eat more than Top Ramen or Mac & Cheese, and to basically keep myself busy; our son will start going to preschool and we’ll all get home around the same time in the evenings to enjoy family dinners, playtime, etc. Right? Am I right?

NO. I AM NOT RIGHT. 

There are absolutely NO schools hiring. This means that my husband, who has been working his behind off for the past… give me a second… for the past six years? Seven? Anyway, my husband will continue to work nights, part-time, at a job where he is severely under-paid and under-appreciated, I will continue to work full-time at a job that is only now becoming slightly tolerable but for which I have no passion, and we will continue to be broke. 

Cool.

At least we have our music. Which, by the way, is going very well, thank you.