So, Wednesday Tyson called me at my work to tell me that he'd been hired and would start work on Monday! Wow! I was reeling. I knew this day would come, but I had given up actively hoping for it anytime in the near future.
We were both quite excited. Since I finally had a position I really liked, I would continue to work for roughly 9 months (depending on health and fertility, obviously). In the meantime, my income would help grow investments and pay down school loans, and we live off his. We tentatively planned to move out of his parents' house in 2-3 months.
Then Friday morning, more than half of my office was asked to gather in one section of the building. The CEO starting talking about the unexpected financial struggles the company was facing, and finally told us that we were all laid off, and that we could pack our things and go home.
Whoa! In a few days I went from "sugar momma" to housewife, and Tyson went from "househusband" to my "sugar daddy" (Well, except that admittedly "sugar" anythings should probably make decent money, but whatever).
Sadly, I had two co-workers who were also laid off who were the sole breadwinners for theirs wives and children - one of them being my brother-in-law. My heart and prayers go out to them.
Certainly, the path could have been easier for us if I'd been able to keep working. However, I am so grateful for the tender mercies of the Lord in this matter. Truly, I feel as if we are in His hands.
Or, at least out of the fire and into the frying pan. ;)