Decisions Made

After what was probably the hardest month of my marriage we've been through yet, we've made it through with a few bumps and bruises, but stronger all the same.

I finally broke down and told Nick exactly what I was feeling about him doing this program. After hysterical tears and a few hugs later, I was certain that Nick wasn't going to do the program. At least that's what it seemed like. After some miscommunication, or rather, misleading, Nick tells me that he's doing the program with or without my support, and that it's going to be the best thing for us. Okay, so after more hysterical crying and drama (darn this pregnancy hormone stuff!), I finally accept what he's decided.

I've known about all the benefits that will come from this program. I want all of those benefits, but I have a hard time seeing the end result because I'm still a little focused on the getting-to-that part. The 6 months of him not working. Six months of him being gone. And so forth. But I know it'll be the best thing for us.

So here we are. In six months we will put all of our things in storage, move in with my mom and dad for those months Nick's in school. Nick will quit his job just before starting this program on March 15. He'll finish up the end of August. Hopefully find a job shortly after because we only have enough money for 8 months of him not having a job. So, this will require a lot of prayer from our part. A lot more faith on my part. And hard work from Nick. I'm still not thrilled to be doing this, but I know that it will work out. I just wish I knew where we were going to be next Christmas, but time will tell.

Lock Out

Nick hands me all the sets of car keys to which I put them on the back of the couch and takes the boys outside while he's working on the truck. I decided it was time to make dinner. I had just put some blueberry muffins in the oven to go with our dinner -- we had breakfast -- and went out on the front step to see how things were going.

Tanner decides he wants to go inside to get his drink. He shuts the door behind him like a good little boy and I proceed to check out what Nick's doing. After a few minutes, I realized that I needed to check on the muffins. To my detriment, Tanner had managed to lock the door. And the keys were inside the house. So I'm trying to get Tanner to unlock the door so that we can come in. He's crying because he just wants to come outside.

Nick won't do anything but continue to work on the car. I yelled at him for a little while to do something while I tried to get Tanner to unlock the door. Of course Nick wouldn't do anything. He wanted to call the landlord to get a key, but he wouldn't call them. I was so mad at this point! Finally, after a constant stream of "DO SOMETHING!" he finally called the property manager. So mad at him for that! Of course the property manager didn't answer. His wife answered at home and Nick explained what was going on but she wasn't sure if she could get in touch with her husband. At this point, I called my dad to come down with the spare key that they have, but it's a 20 minute drive down here. Remember, 2-year-old locked inside and muffins in the oven! After hanging up with my dad, the property manager's wife showed up with a key. Tanner, all sweaty from crying so much walked right out like nothing happened. The muffins were a little burned, but all was safe.

Lesson: Always keep a house key with you when you are outside, even if you think you don't need it!