Such a weird day...

The last few days have been a bit off. But by far, today was hands down ODD.

Steven fell asleep twice on his way home from work. He didn't tell me this for a few days...he was acting a bit strangely. This spurred on panic attacks and anxiety--something that I rarely see from Steven. So I knew something was up.

Saturday we spent the day with some good friends. They are extremely well informed people who ROCK at food storage, preparing for the future, being self reliant, etc, etc. And, well, it led to a conversation about where we are at and where we want to be and how the heck to get from said A to said B. Steven said that one or the other had to give; it was either work or school, but not both--at least not this job right now. So we looked at what reserve we would have between leftover grant/loan money and our tax return. And then we added the income I would be bringing in from tending my friend's baby and from voice lessons. We would be able to survive, humbly but comfortably...Steven has not had the opportunity yet to just go to school and be a student. I think he has definitely earned a turn being a full-time student. This also means that FHE, weekly date night, and temple nights are back in our schedule! YEEE-AHYEH! We planned for Steven to give a one week notice to Glanbia--it would give him a chance to end on good terms with the company. School would have to be put on the back burner for another week.

Then Sunday, I was approached by a sister in the ward who wanted to know if I could tend her five year old son three days a week until May. Kaia gets along with him super well and he's a cute little boy. I said, "OH YEAH I would!" Just a little bit more income to keep us going! It calmed me a bit more to know there were still more ways to pull off the whole Sugar Momma thing.
Steven was approached by his HT companion who also works at Glanbia and told him some distressing stuff. Steve's crew was saying some really mean stuff because Steven had called in twice last week (he has that nasty flu that's going around). We were bothered by it, but not overly concerned.

So, today, Steven spent the day resting up so that he could return to work tonight. He left early to go get a 5 hour energy and put gas in the car. A half hour passed and I got a text from him saying that I needed to call him. I did. What he told me was, beyond a doubt, insulting and distressing. Because his crew thought he couldn't hack school and work, they let him go LAST WEEK AND HIRED A REPLACEMENT. WITHOUT EVER CALLING HIM. Steven didn't even make it into the building--his crew supervisor had just pulled in and explained to him OUT IN THE PARKING LOT that he no longer had a job at Glanbia and to go home.

Needless to say, it took the wind right out of our sails. Not that it changes anything, doesn't deter our future plans, (although we will definitely be short next paycheck...) but it certainly put a bee in my bonnet that doesn't seem to want to leave.

It does not help that I've got a head cold and that I'm at my wits end today as well. So Steven's panic attacks stopped and mine began. And that was my weird day.